Catch Up (feat. Chief Keef)

808 mafia

Niggas 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, Hummers blow

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, nigga

I'm here, then I'm there, I'm Casper, nigga

And my niggas lurking, they catch you right there

That's the last spot, nigga (skrr)

Ride with them 30's on, I ain't never using no stash box, nigga

We loading up fat Glocks

These whips, these masks hot, red dots

All fuck niggas see red dots

Everybody receive head shots

Ayy you hail mary fuck nigga toe tags

Doing them bitches like quarterbacks

Ring on your bell, did you order that shit?

Ain't enough, I need more than that

Your second Fiji, where the porter at?

Big shells on top, big Norbit fans

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

I'ma bang on some lil' ice

Glizzy on me, but he told me, "Big bro,

I'ma kill a fuck nigga 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

Stepped over niggas gon' hop on the E-way

And sit at the table, we waiting on some ribeyes

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

Closing a Bentley, busting up in there

Cover my hand, water's up in there

Got a new fizzay wanna eat me up in there

Seen your spot, meet me up in there

And they on our block, before I even get there

Duck duck goose with a scope, you just sittin' there (Ha ha)

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, nigga

Get on our bad side, that's bad luck, nigga

I'm here, then I'm there high, I'm Casper, nigga

Niggas 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, Hummers blow

Know I go where the bums go

You ain't even gonna see it when we hop out, windows tinted

They scared to look in the back, but we in it

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

But I said don't play we gon' learn it

Slow up, Swervo, let me get it

Nigga's ain't even got legs, tryna kick it

Smokin' loud, how we sound?

Drove all day, don't party round

Bust down shit, 60k on my wrist wear

You said she loyal, but your bitch just stared

2500 is about what I wear

1200 just to get head, I don't care

We hit your block from the rear (from the rear)

You can get shot like a deer (like a deer)

Assault rifle black like my hair (like my hair)

This shit is clearer than air (clearer than air)

And we hittin' I swear

Draco airin' out everybody out there (everybody out there)

Nigga ridin' with it, I swear (swear)

Pull on your block, but ain't nobody out there (nobody out there)

FaceTime (FaceTime)

A sign (a sign)

Tell us (tell us)

That you're outside (you're outside)

Slow up (slow up)

This is how it's right

Nigga's been bitches whole life (whole life)

See him, gonna kill him on sight (on sight)

808 mafia