Catch Up (feat. Chief Keef)

(808 Mafia)

**** bitches, yeah I know

Pop out, scared to tote they poles

Remember 2012, we was selling blow

See 4-7, had to tuck and roll

Used to walk our blocks, upping poles

Now we pop out, up them Rolls

Foe'nem gon jump out, Hunnas blow

Know I go, got a big ass ho

To all my dead guys, I say, "Rest up"

Mama told me, "Step up"

Know you gotta catch up

Feds can't even catch us

Get on our bad side

That's bad luck, ****

I'm here, then I'm there

I'm Casper, ****

And my **** lurking

They catch you right there

That's the last spot, ****

Ride with them 30's on, "I'll up it"

I ain't using no stash box, ****

We loading up fat Glocks

These whips, these masks hot, red dots

All fuck **** see red dots

Everybody receive head shots!

Aye

You hit him and fuck **** toe tagged

Throwing them bitches like quarterbacks

Ring on your bell, did you order that?

Shit ain't enough, need more than that

Charge 10 for the feature, where the important at?

Big shells on top the bih, know they fat

Foe'nem two blocks away, a little more than that

Hop out the whips, it's a light show

That's what it looks like

Foes start a B, I'ma bang on some lil' ice

Glizzy on me, but he told me

"Big bro, I'ma kill a fuck **** on sight, what he look like?"

100 years in the whip, we in traffic

The Jakes on the left, so I'm busting a ri-night!

Stand over **** gon' hop on the E-way

And sit at the table, we waiting on some ribeyes

This lil' block on the ri-night, we busting a li-neft

Close on the bi-nay, busting up in there

Cover my hand, water's up in there

Got a new fizzle on, she eat me up in there

Save your spot, and meet me up in there

Cover the I block, before we even get there

Duck-duck goose, with a .40 just sitting there

Haha, it's not funny ****

To all my dead guys, I say, "Rest up"

Mama told me, "Step up"

Know you gotta catch up

Feds can't even catch us

Get on our bad side

That's bad luck, ****

I'm here, then I'm there

I'm Casper, ****

**** bitches, yeah I know

Pop out, scared to tote they poles

Remember 2012, we was selling blow

See 4-7, had to tuck and roll

Used to walk our blocks, upping poles

Now we pop out, up them Rolls

Foe'nem gon jump out, Hunnas blow

Know I go, got a big ass ho

**** you see when we hop out

Windows tinted

They scared to look in the back

But we in it

I ain't even been on they head in a minute

But I said, don't play with those women

Slow up, Swervo let me get it

**** ain't even got lettuce in the kitchen

Smoking loud, how we sound?

Truth or dare, don't party 'round

Bust down, spent 60k on my wrist wear

You she say she loyal, but your bitch is scared

25 hunnid, to buy what I wear

12 hunnid just to get head

I don't care

We hit your block from the rear

You can get shot like deer

Assault rifile black like my hair

This shit is clearer than air

And we hitting, I sweat

Draco airing out everybody out there

And riding with it, I swear

Pull on your block but ain't nobody out there

FaceTime, a sign

Tell us that you're outside

Slow up

That's his house, right?

****'s been business his whole life

See him, gon' kill him on sight

(808 Mafia)