Catch Up

Lyrics
[Intro] A37, drop that crankin' shit [Hook: Q Da Fool] Make these niggas feel the pressure (Pressure) 100 rounds, I'm toting extra (Uh) I just spent a bin on a Tesla MAK 90 show you how to make (Skrrr) ketchup (Boom, boom, boom) Red bottoms think I'm stepping on ketchup (Rich) Rich Shoota, tell these fake shootas' catch up (Catch up) Fresh out of prison I'm catching up (Ayy) Max in your bushes he's geekin' to catch ya' [Interlude] I'm reloadin' DJ on the beat Damn (Skrr) Damn 100 Round Goon Ayy, ayy, ayy, damn [Verse 1: Q Da Fool] I had to rob niggas, just to flex Put diamonds on all of my young niggas necks Remix that nigga drink and finesse The more money feel like they love you less (Less) Just bought a hundred rounds and I bought a vest Caught a body, ain't tell nobody Young nigga passed the test (Test) I'm with my killers, we 'bout to slide We all gone' ride to the death You ain't never witnessed death (No) Valentino when I step (Step) Calico on my right, Micro Draco on my left Caught a body then I left (Gang) Good gas nigga come take a breath (Breath) Had to get the mop and clean up a mess (DJ 837) [Hook: Q Da Fool] Make these niggas feel the pressure (Pressure) 100 rounds, I'm toting extra (Uh) I just spent a bin on a Tesla MAK 90 show you how to make (Skrrr) ketchup (Boom, boom, boom) Red bottoms think I'm stepping on ketchup (Rich) Rich Shoota, tell these fake shootas' catch up (Catch up) Fresh out of prison I'm catching up (Ayy) Max in your bushes he's geekin' to catch ya' Make these niggas feel the pressure (Huh) 100 rounds, I'm toting extra (Brrr) I just spent a bin on a Tesla (I been) MAK 90 show you how to make ketchup (Boom, boom, boom) Red bottoms think I'm stepping on ketchup Rich Shoota, tell these fake shootas' catch up (Catch up) Fresh out of prison I'm catching up (Up) Max in your bushes he's geekin' to catch ya' (Bitch) [Verse 2: Q Da Fool] (Bitch!) They say we can't come in the club 'cause we 50 deep ('Cause we 50 deep, what the fuck?) And I can't leave my brother, hell nah that's my 50 piece (That's my-) Last summer, bitch, I shot up like 50 streets (Brrr) Pulled up with no bitch, but I left that motherfucker with fifty freaks Young nigga sharp like the Wolverine (Yuh) Young nigga sharp like a diamond ring (Diamond ring) These niggas sweet like some tangerines (Tangerine) I been locked up since my early teens (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 (Drug kings) These niggas don't know what love mean (No) So nigga please don't say you love me Ye-yeah, that nigga 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 (Tryna' hug me) Allah is the only one that's above me (Above me) Headshot, dump that boy out Patuxent (Uh) [Chorus: Q Da Fool] Make these niggas feel the pressure (Ayy) 100 rounds, I'm toting extra (Damn) I just spent a bin on a Tesla (I been) MAK 90 show you how to make (Skrrr) ketchup (Boom, boom, boom) Red bottoms think I'm stepping on ketchup (Huh) Rich Shoota, tell these fake shootas' catch up Fresh out of prison I'm catching up (Catch up) Max in your bushes he's geekin' to catch ya' (Bitch) Make these niggas feel the pressure (Boom) 100 rounds, I'm toting extra (Boom, boom, boom!) I just spent a bin on a Tesla (I did) MAK 90 show you how to make ketchup (Fuck it-fuck it up) Red bottoms think I'm stepping on ketchup (Huh) Rich Shootah, tell these fake shootas' catch up (Catch up) Fresh out of prison I'm catching up (Catch up, catch up, catch up) Max in your bushes he's geekin' to catch ya' [Outro] If you didn't hear a DJ 837 drop, you're listening to the wrong mixtape
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- Q Da Fool