Catch Up

(837, drop that crankin' shit)

Make these **** feel the pressure

A hundred rounds, I'm totin' extra

I just spent a bin in a Tesla

MAK90, show you how to make ketchup

Red bottoms, think I'm steppin' on ketchup

Rich shooter, tell these fake shoota's catch up

Fresh out of prison, I'm catchin' up

Max in your bushes, he's geekin' to catch ya

I had to rob **** just to flex

Put diamonds on all of my young **** necks

Remix that **** drink and finesse

The more money, feel like they like you less

Just bought a hundred rounds and I bought a vest

Caught a body, ain't tell nobody

Young **** passed the test

I'm with my killas, we bout to slide

We all gon' ride to the death

You never ever witnessed death (no)

V-Valentino when I step

Calico on my right

Micro Draco on my left

C-c-caught a body, then I left

Good gas ****, come take a breath

Had to get the mop and clean up the mess, uh

Make these **** feel the pressure

A-a hundred rounds, I'm totin' extra

I just spent a bin in a Tesla

MAK90, show you how to make ketchup

Red bottoms, think I'm steppin' on ketchup

Rich shooter, tell these fake shoota's catch up

Fresh out of prison, I'm catchin' up

Max in your bushes, he's geekin' to catch ya

M-m-make these **** feel the pressure

A hundred rounds, I'm totin' extra

I just spent a bin in a Tesla

MAK90, show you how to make ketchup

Red bottoms, think I'm steppin' on ketchup

Rich shooter, tell these fake shoota's catch up

Fresh out of prison, I'm catchin' up

Max in your bushes, he's geekin' to catch ya (bitch)

(Bitch) They say we can't come in the club 'cause we fifty deep

And I can't leave my brotha, hell nah, that's my fifty piece

Last summer, bitch, I shot up like fifty streets

Pulled up with no bitch, but I left that mother fucker with fifty freaks

Yo-young **** sharp like a wolverine

Young **** sharp like a diamond ring, uh

These **** sweet like a tangerine

I-I been locked up since my early teens

I'm related to some crack heads

I'm related to some dope fiends

I'm related to some straight killers

I'm related to some drug kings

Th-these **** don't know what love mean

So ****, please don't say you love me

Ye-yeah, that **** had a whole lot of shit

He should never trust me

Keep a rifle like I live in the country

Choppa on my chest like it's tryna hug me

Allah is the only one that's above me

Headshot, dump that boy up a 'tussin

Make these **** feel the pressure

A hundred rounds, I'm totin' extra

I just spent a bin in a Tesla

MAK90, show you how to make ketchup

Red bottoms, think I'm steppin' on ketchup

Rich shooter, tell these fake shoota's catch up

Fresh out of prison, I'm catchin' up

Max in your bushes, he's geekin' to catch ya (bitch)

M-m-make these **** feel the pressure

A hundred rounds, I'm totin' extra

I-I just spent a bin in a Tesla

MAK90, show you how to make ketchup

Red bottoms, think I'm steppin' on ketchup

Rich shooter, tell these fake shoota's catch up

Fresh out of prison, I'm catchin' up

Max in your bushes, he's geekin' to catch ya