Caught Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I couldn't tell you how police got ahold of me In the cell, thinkin' if a rat nigga close to me Smile on my face, bailed for sure, they ain't holdin' me Laugh at the case, lawyer money was the only key But now I'm doin' better, fifteen hunnid on the sweater (Woo) They might've saw the .40, but they ain't find the Beretta That Beretta ain't got tizzouched, I'm back on the blizzock Forty-five hundred for that brand new Glizzock (Boom) And the last bird I got was fucked up, I had to bring it back Slide on your opps evеn if it won't bring your niggas back Circlin' the block with my dog with the windows cracked Boom, thеn he dropped, yeah, I saw where his fitted at (Brrt) In jail, heard all you niggas was bitch-made, fact (Yeah) I ain't never crack off or switch reigns, facts Heard a hundred stories, some rappers'll switch they rap And I was only in jail for six days max And, um, I couldn't tell you how the streets got ahold of me (Nope) Losses into lessons, I don't want nobody close to me Always on guard, opp won't ever say he smokin' me (Stupid) If I don't got it, it's always close to killer, killer close to me [Verse 2] If the youngins run up on you, then you know it's doomsday (Brrt) They runnin' up and they shootin', ain't talkin' 2K I'm Milly Rockin' for Milly until my due date (Boop) Get your head tapped 10 a.m. on a Tuesday And I know you in the water, just don't sink in it (Nope) And ain't none of it personal, it's just business Two weeks into December, they had a witness (Rat) But it ain't matter 'cause I was home for Christmas (Yeah) I never ate in a cell, I'm like, "What is this?" (What the fuck?) Residue on the scale from all these fishes Hunnid K in the safe, check off the wishlist Shorty lucky I hit it, I guess she privileged [Chorus] And, um, I couldn't tell you how the streets got ahold of me But I'm ballin' and stuntin' so, baby, get a load of me (And, um, I couldn't tell you how the streets got ahold of me) Shorty thinkin' I love her, but nah, that's the older me (Couldn't tell you how the streets got ahold of me) But I'm ballin' and stuntin' so, shorty, get a load of me (Couldn't tell you how the streets got ahold of me) Baby thinkin' I love her, but nah, that was the older me [Verse 3] Yeah, that was the older me, be careful when approachin' me I was all up in my bag, hopin' she roll with me I was tryna get that Jag, whippin' a quarter key Hollows all up in my mag if you get close to me And I'm out like a robbery, ain't nobody stoppin' me Money stuffed in my safe, so nothin' bothers me Bitches all up in my face, like, what you want from me? Glizzy all up on my waist, so do not follow me [Outro] (Couldn't tell you how the streets got ahold of me) (Couldn't tell you how the streets got ahold of me) (Couldn't tell you how the streets got ahold of me)