Catch Me

Koopa bitch, im at a block we toting with them fucking Glocks and rugers bitch
Emcee hammers for you pussy niggas bitch im too legit
And I" fuck your bitch then I ask the lil bitch who it is
She said koopa I said ima be real with you its like 10 AM, damn

They call me koopa bitch, koopa bitch
They call me koopa bitch, koopa bitch
They call me koopa bitch, koopa bitch
And on my block I got them shooters bitch

a stupid clueless bitch
Smoking tooka like a hooker but I ain't no tooka man
I can't cut no hope I ain't no fucking super man
Im so high, they say koopa kid ain't got no moving man
Ain't no grammys in our van, its a fucking shoe van
Pull up slide the door like we edai
50 in the trunk just let it bang

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6-0 why you front though? belive that
And they shot a homocide gotta clean that
Goofy fufu ain't never seen that
If you want a war well its gonna be that
Its o-block where niggas be at
On the real nigga you can't beat that
You can't see that better make sure you see that
Noly one night so I gotta leave that
Hop in the coupe know it gotta be black
Fuck your bitch till the ceiling react
Just another bitch I put my seed at
She said she ain't fucking no you dont belive that
Hold on, she said she ain't fucking no you dont belive that
I know you dont belive that shit

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Credits
Writer(s): David Foster, Roger Ball, Alan Edward Gorrie, Hamish Stuart, Stephen Ferrone
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