Catch Ya Later

Hood nigga for life, these bitches admire

I don't do no talking bruh', this is how I'm replying

Shoot niggas, phone tapping niggas bout his wife

That's gon' have you somewhere in a ditch, bodies tied

I mob like Carlo Gambino, make movies like Tarantino

Flying in a Phantom with a Philippino, counting C notes

Thirty bands in my pocket, double cup in hand

Ice all over me, I'm like an avalanche

I ride with a machine gun, hundred round drum

Cause these jack boys hungry, they ain't ate none

Nigga cross me, need to think for a second

Make sure you're strapped and your mama got your dental records

They asking for the beef, imma' gon' be their waiter

I'm speaking dollar signs, you might need a translator

Fruity bubble gum kush, that's a nigga flavor

I'm chasing money now shorty, I'll catch ya later

They asking for the beef, imma' gon' be their waiter

I'm speaking dollar signs, you might need a translator

Fruity bubble gum kush, that's a nigga flavor

I'm chasing money down shorty, I'll catch ya later

Hungry for that drama, hundred drum, I'm gonna feed them

Hit them up on? let the block and junkies tweet it

Gun shots when I greet them, Calico, there they go

Bet they fold, to Allah, Sammy So', imma', imma'

Hood nigga for life, too bitches to pipe

Couple pounds of smoke, on that remy white

Don't play with your life, don't play with your ho

Don't play with your kids, nigga don't play with your noes

They trying to lean me over, catch me in that drop

Must be on that yoda, thirty racks or what

Coke team, codeine, two pots, on that stove

Watch them lean, whip it slow, cocaine mafia