Catch Up

Lyrics

[Intro] (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, THHL, you know? Yeah, hey [Verse] If it ain't the Marni, it's Mahimas Lurkin' out with monsters, slidin' 'round with behemoths Ridin' 'round in a Demon Smellin' like some 'za, you'd think I'm walkin' with some pounds out of Neimans Bitch talk a lil' too much, but that mouth undefeated I had thought I lost my mind 'til I found and retrieved it If he play with us on Monday, won't get found 'til the weekend Go and grab a fuckin' snorkel 'fore you drown in the deep end Quarter-ticket grind, I can make a hundred thou' by week ten Come and get your yerkies from the spot, we sellin' cheap tens Me and Trapper in Wisconsin, fuck Me and Trapper in Wisconsin, packin' like some cheese heads Heard you pay for pussy, what you know 'bout free head? I'm a lean head, not no hit drank, this clean red Cuddy mixin' fetty with the—, it look like cheese eggs You ain't makin' cheese? You might as well be dead Dog broke as hell too, y'all might as well be friends It's a dirty game, fuck around and leave my—, ayy, ayy It's a dirty game, fuck around and leave my cleats red Ayy, shit, I heard you got a job, what the fuck you know 'bout free bread? If you Deebo, I must be Craig All these hoes, we need six bottles, three beds Wiped his nose, you'd think the ten-milli' a Kleenex Kapitals a twenty-nine, the shirt a small, the load a 3X The Shelby truck roarin', would've thought I cloned a T-Rex I was loadin' rifles up while you was tryna fold your DS Tuh, I got some pros you ain't seen yet Tuh, tuh, tuh, I'm with a ho you ain't seen yet The weight on my back, shit, it's time to let the team rest Spillin' mud on show money, but it's still a clean check Break the Ring camera 'fore we catch the hat We gotta bring the Ring camera 'fore we catch the jacks Pause, but I'ma catch the sack Slidin' down, you lucky if the only thing you catch some flats, buster I got two words, catch up, mustard They've been down the last three, the next one's they catch-up summer Christian Loubies with the spikes, I'm walkin' 'round in ketchup runners In the chase with them boys yellin' out, "Catch up, fuckers" [Outro] Hey, catch up, fuckers Huh, ayy, catch up fuckers Huh, ayy, catch up fuckers SBDSM, THHL, yeah