Catch Up

[Stunna 4 Vegas:]
It's 4x, uh, slime time
67 what it do foo?
Uh, uh, uh
67 on the beat

Run up that bag, quit stressing
Put drums on my stick, and call it 67
I hit a hoe with ya bestie (with ya bestie)
Keep hitting the crew, that lil nigga messy, and
I get more money than him, so his bitch ass walking 'round here jealous
Put that stick on him, he yelling "Help Me!"
fuck pulling over, they gotta catch me (skrrt)

We apply pressure, when it's crunch time we ain't calling no time outs
Outside with it, no hideouts (4x)
Drop a diss, my lil niggas find out (come here)
Where you stay, y'all can't catch him at his place
Fuck it, catch him at mom house
And I really want my young nigga Dave to focus on this rap shit he too busy pulling iron out (no cap)
Uh, fuck it I just might trip with him (fuck it)
I drop hits in the booth and on bitch niggas (on gang)
I won't diss him, I let my clique get him (uh)
Again and again 'till you call quits nigga (pussy)
I'm ignorant as fuck, cuz' I'm a young rich nigga (I'm rich as fuck)
I might buy a flight for yo bitch nigga (uh)
Bought a Glock for my bro, we got them sticks nigga
In them streets, I got rank (I'll get yo crew whacked)
In the bank, I got six figures
I don't fuck with these niggas like Hilfiger
I ran through a hunnid racks before my deal nigga (cash)
I got skills nigga (huh), she told me I look like Will Smith (bitch)
I make a hoe suck my dill pickle (thot thot)
No dates, I just give her quick dick (uh, uh)

Run up that bag, quit stressing (4x)
Put drums on my stick, and call it 67
I hit a hoe with ya bestie (thot thot)
Keep hitting the crew, that lil nigga messy, and (ouuuu)
I get more money than him (cash), so his bitch ass walking 'round here jealous (fuck)
Put that stick on him, he yelling "Help Me!"
fuck pulling over, they gotta catch me (skrrt)

[Fat Dave:]
(Aye, what the fuck?)
If I run off, you gotta catch me (aye)
Chop a nigga like some fucking lettuce (boom)
Trigger finger itching, bitch I got a fetish
I'm smoking on a piece of cake from the wedding (gang)
This chop get to kicking like we playing Tekken (boom)
This leg hold 30 I ain't talkin Memphis (facts)
Shoot up yo tailgate, no bow time, Imma die behind 4x (facts)
Don't walk down with no iron
If you try me, then them shots firing (boom)
You know it's strap in if you see run
If he say he checked me, then you know he lying
I'm tryna stick something like a porcupine
Fuck his crew they moving unorthodox
I need a big house and a big watch
This that street shit, fuck hip hop (facts)
I ain't wailing, I keep one up top
Ready to hit a nigga with this G-Lock
I see yo true colors like a peacock
Boy you ain't real, yea you gon' flock
Finna clean his block with this fuckin mop
He seen the burrow, left his ass in shock
Like a skateboard, yea I'm gon slide
With this chopstick, I feel like it cost 45

[Stunna 4 Vegas:]
Run up that bag, quit stressing (4x)
Put drums on my stick, and call it 67 (67 on the beat)
I hit a hoe with ya bestie (thot thot)
Keep hitting the crew, that lil nigga messy, and (ouuuu)
I get more money than him (cash), so his bitch ass walking 'round here jealous (fuck)
Put that stick on him, he yelling "Help Me!" fuck pulling over, they gotta catch me (skrrt)