Catch One
Aye Quig
Nahh Forreal
What he tell 'em
What he tell 'em
What he tell 'em
Uh, Two y's
Uh, Uh, Two y's
Uh, Two y's
Uh, Uh, Two y's
Uh, Two y's
Uh, Uh, Two y's
We slide (What he tell 'em)
(He said) Bitch
Where they at (Let's go)
We tryin' spin on they set
It's getting hot outside, So you know they getting wet
Real heavy with the metal, So you know we bringing tech
Two y's outside, So you know we going spin
If he talk out his neck, Put that shit on his chin
Swear I go for the score, Yeah I go for the win
Popping shit off the dome, I don't need no pen
Long Live Trell
I'm tryin' catch a Picasso
If a nigga try and run, Knock the meat out his taco
If he speak on my name, Drop that shit round the park doe
And we running in your spot, Why the fuck would I knock doe
No knock, Two shots, Swear to God I'm a click
If the say that it's up then we droppin' a six
Just cause you gotta stick, Don't mean you not a bitch
(Just cause you gotta stick, Don't mean you not a bitch) Hold on, Hold on
Aye lil nigga, I said 'wassup'
Oh you speak on my name then I'm dragging my nuts
If you think that you safe then you know you get touched
Got big G-Locks, Swear to God
And you know I'm going buss
If he in that car then you know we going rush
Four-five put a nigga in the dust
If she say she my bitch, Why the fuck would I fuss
If she say that she hungry, I take her to eat
If he lack in that car then you know we going creep
And he try play me fifty, Ain't know that I peeped
Swear I'm cutting the grass, Had to cut off a leech
Face and name on a shirt like a I.D.
If he think that I'm sweet, Tell him try me
He got hit two times, Where the I.V.
Four niggas in the car but we five deep
Take him up top like a high-five
Everybody get low when I slide
Swear I'm taking shit down like a skydive
And she say she going leave cause I lied
If I say that I did it, it's my pride
And he let off four shots, Tell him try five
Lil nigga got hit, Old nigga got stumped
And I slide with the semi, I'm tryin' slide with the pump
Keep that shit on my lap, Why the fuck I pop the trunk
If the body get dropped, Swear the body getting dumped
If he catch a face shot then his face gotta lump
If he riding on the wave, Swear the ship getting sunk
In the spot with the Taylor, Yeah I'm sipping on the port
And I still gotta case, So I take my ass to court
If bruh say we going eat, tell him pass me the fork
When I'm working that chop, Yeah I'm using some torque
Get low, Everybody hopping out
Fasho, My pipe popping out
Got hands, So I might knock 'em out
Got bands, Still might knock 'em out
If he cap, Just might smack him out
If he lack, Just might black him out
If we bend on your corner, You know it's some shots
Everybody get tight, Is you sliding or not
Is you riding or not, Niggas dying or not
And you know we sticked up, How the fuck can we lack
If you say you got pistols, you better be packed
And we moving like Seals, Yeah we moving too tact
If I don't got the stick, You get beat black and blue
And that bitch she going go fuck on me and my crew
If he tryin' still my swag, Then you know I'm a sue
If he pull up for one, Bet I drop him a deuce
If I hit his ass once, Bet I hit him for two
If he pull up for two, Bet I drop him like five
Yeah the numbers be low, Why the fuck would I lie
If she say she going leave, Why the fuck would I cry
Catch his ass out of bounds, Put his ass on a island
Bitch you wasting my time, Why the fuck you keep styling
Nigga caught a face shot, Why the fuck you keep smiling
Popping shit on the beat, They like nigga you wildin'
They like nigga you tripping
I'm like shit but it's true
I'm trying drop all them shots, All on him and his crew
(Damn how many times that nigga got hit)
Shit it was two
Oh his mans in the back, We going hit his ass too
Yeah we left 'em in critical, We don't know if they died
Man the chances is slim, But them bullets they wide
He got caught in the jam and that nigga he cried
I can't fold under pressure when shit get applied
If I call you my bro then you know that we tied
If you say you my bitch, Better be on my side
If you say that you down then girl you better ride
If he riding the wave then we washing the tide
He got caught with that switch, Yeah you know that shit federal
Niggas high off the drugs, I ain't talking no edible
When I fuck from the back, She say this dick incredible
And I hope you don't tell on me, Cause I won't tell on you
Leave it in the streets, Why the fuck would I snitch
Catch his ass out of bounds, Leave his ass in a ditch
Hit a nigga close range, Should of seen his body twitch
When I'm working that chop, That shit sound like a glitch
She a ole dirtyy hoe, Lil shaboinkin' ass bitch
How you fuckin' with them but you all on my dick
I ain't fuckin' with no mook cause you know that bitch hit
And I step on them other niggas ya hear me (Hey Chris)
Nahh Forreal
What he tell 'em
What he tell 'em
What he tell 'em
Uh, Two y's
Uh, Uh, Two y's
Uh, Two y's
Uh, Uh, Two y's
Uh, Two y's
Uh, Uh, Two y's
We slide (What he tell 'em)
(He said) Bitch
Where they at (Let's go)
We tryin' spin on they set
It's getting hot outside, So you know they getting wet
Real heavy with the metal, So you know we bringing tech
Two y's outside, So you know we going spin
If he talk out his neck, Put that shit on his chin
Swear I go for the score, Yeah I go for the win
Popping shit off the dome, I don't need no pen
Long Live Trell
I'm tryin' catch a Picasso
If a nigga try and run, Knock the meat out his taco
If he speak on my name, Drop that shit round the park doe
And we running in your spot, Why the fuck would I knock doe
No knock, Two shots, Swear to God I'm a click
If the say that it's up then we droppin' a six
Just cause you gotta stick, Don't mean you not a bitch
(Just cause you gotta stick, Don't mean you not a bitch) Hold on, Hold on
Aye lil nigga, I said 'wassup'
Oh you speak on my name then I'm dragging my nuts
If you think that you safe then you know you get touched
Got big G-Locks, Swear to God
And you know I'm going buss
If he in that car then you know we going rush
Four-five put a nigga in the dust
If she say she my bitch, Why the fuck would I fuss
If she say that she hungry, I take her to eat
If he lack in that car then you know we going creep
And he try play me fifty, Ain't know that I peeped
Swear I'm cutting the grass, Had to cut off a leech
Face and name on a shirt like a I.D.
If he think that I'm sweet, Tell him try me
He got hit two times, Where the I.V.
Four niggas in the car but we five deep
Take him up top like a high-five
Everybody get low when I slide
Swear I'm taking shit down like a skydive
And she say she going leave cause I lied
If I say that I did it, it's my pride
And he let off four shots, Tell him try five
Lil nigga got hit, Old nigga got stumped
And I slide with the semi, I'm tryin' slide with the pump
Keep that shit on my lap, Why the fuck I pop the trunk
If the body get dropped, Swear the body getting dumped
If he catch a face shot then his face gotta lump
If he riding on the wave, Swear the ship getting sunk
In the spot with the Taylor, Yeah I'm sipping on the port
And I still gotta case, So I take my ass to court
If bruh say we going eat, tell him pass me the fork
When I'm working that chop, Yeah I'm using some torque
Get low, Everybody hopping out
Fasho, My pipe popping out
Got hands, So I might knock 'em out
Got bands, Still might knock 'em out
If he cap, Just might smack him out
If he lack, Just might black him out
If we bend on your corner, You know it's some shots
Everybody get tight, Is you sliding or not
Is you riding or not, Niggas dying or not
And you know we sticked up, How the fuck can we lack
If you say you got pistols, you better be packed
And we moving like Seals, Yeah we moving too tact
If I don't got the stick, You get beat black and blue
And that bitch she going go fuck on me and my crew
If he tryin' still my swag, Then you know I'm a sue
If he pull up for one, Bet I drop him a deuce
If I hit his ass once, Bet I hit him for two
If he pull up for two, Bet I drop him like five
Yeah the numbers be low, Why the fuck would I lie
If she say she going leave, Why the fuck would I cry
Catch his ass out of bounds, Put his ass on a island
Bitch you wasting my time, Why the fuck you keep styling
Nigga caught a face shot, Why the fuck you keep smiling
Popping shit on the beat, They like nigga you wildin'
They like nigga you tripping
I'm like shit but it's true
I'm trying drop all them shots, All on him and his crew
(Damn how many times that nigga got hit)
Shit it was two
Oh his mans in the back, We going hit his ass too
Yeah we left 'em in critical, We don't know if they died
Man the chances is slim, But them bullets they wide
He got caught in the jam and that nigga he cried
I can't fold under pressure when shit get applied
If I call you my bro then you know that we tied
If you say you my bitch, Better be on my side
If you say that you down then girl you better ride
If he riding the wave then we washing the tide
He got caught with that switch, Yeah you know that shit federal
Niggas high off the drugs, I ain't talking no edible
When I fuck from the back, She say this dick incredible
And I hope you don't tell on me, Cause I won't tell on you
Leave it in the streets, Why the fuck would I snitch
Catch his ass out of bounds, Leave his ass in a ditch
Hit a nigga close range, Should of seen his body twitch
When I'm working that chop, That shit sound like a glitch
She a ole dirtyy hoe, Lil shaboinkin' ass bitch
How you fuckin' with them but you all on my dick
I ain't fuckin' with no mook cause you know that bitch hit
And I step on them other niggas ya hear me (Hey Chris)
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Writer(s): Dirtyy Quig
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