Catch One

Aye Quig Nahh Forreal What he tell 'em What he tell 'em What he tell 'em Uh, Two y's Uh, Uh, Two y's Uh, Two y's Uh, Uh, Two y's Uh, Two y's Uh, Uh, Two y's We slide (What he tell 'em) (He said) Bitch Where they at (Let's go) We tryin' spin on they set It's getting hot outside, So you know they getting wet Real heavy with the metal, So you know we bringing tech Two y's outside, So you know we going spin If he talk out his neck, Put that shit on his chin Swear I go for the score, Yeah I go for the win Popping shit off the dome, I don't need no pen Long Live Trell I'm tryin' catch a Picasso If a nigga try and run, Knock the meat out his taco If he speak on my name, Drop that shit round the park doe And we running in your spot, Why the f*ck would I knock doe No knock, Two shots, Swear to God I'm a click If the say that it's up then we droppin' a six Just cause you gotta stick, Don't mean you not a bitch (Just cause you gotta stick, Don't mean you not a bitch) Hold on, Hold on Aye lil nigga, I said 'wassup' Oh you speak on my name then I'm dragging my nuts If you think that you safe then you know you get touched Got big G-Locks, Swear to God And you know I'm going buss If he in that car then you know we going rush Four-five put a nigga in the dust If she say she my bitch, Why the f*ck would I fuss If she say that she hungry, I take her to eat If he lack in that car then you know we going creep And he try play me fifty, Ain't know that I peeped Swear I'm cutting the grass, Had to cut off a leech Face and name on a shirt like a I.D. If he think that I'm sweet, Tell him try me He got hit two times, Where the I.V. Four niggas in the car but we five deep Take him up top like a high-five Everybody get low when I slide Swear I'm taking shit down like a skydive And she say she going leave cause I lied If I say that I did it, it's my pride And he let off four shots, Tell him try five Lil nigga got hit, Old nigga got stumped And I slide with the semi, I'm tryin' slide with the pump Keep that shit on my lap, Why the f*ck I pop the trunk If the body get dropped, Swear the body getting dumped If he catch a face shot then his face gotta lump If he riding on the wave, Swear the ship getting sunk In the spot with the Taylor, Yeah I'm sipping on the port And I still gotta case, So I take my ass to court If bruh say we going eat, tell him pass me the fork When I'm working that chop, Yeah I'm using some torque Get low, Everybody hopping out Fasho, My pipe popping out Got hands, So I might knock 'em out Got bands, Still might knock 'em out If he cap, Just might smack him out If he lack, Just might black him out If we bend on your corner, You know it's some shots Everybody get tight, Is you sliding or not Is you riding or not, Niggas dying or not And you know we sticked up, How the f*ck can we lack If you say you got pistols, you better be packed And we moving like Seals, Yeah we moving too tact If I don't got the stick, You get beat black and blue And that bitch she going go f*ck on me and my crew If he tryin' still my swag, Then you know I'm a sue If he pull up for one, Bet I drop him a deuce If I hit his ass once, Bet I hit him for two If he pull up for two, Bet I drop him like five Yeah the numbers be low, Why the f*ck would I lie If she say she going leave, Why the f*ck would I cry Catch his ass out of bounds, Put his ass on a island Bitch you wasting my time, Why the f*ck you keep styling Nigga caught a face shot, Why the f*ck you keep smiling Popping shit on the beat, They like nigga you wildin' They like nigga you tripping I'm like shit but it's true I'm trying drop all them shots, All on him and his crew (Damn how many times that nigga got hit) Shit it was two Oh his mans in the back, We going hit his ass too Yeah we left 'em in critical, We don't know if they died Man the chances is slim, But them bullets they wide He got caught in the jam and that nigga he cried I can't fold under pressure when shit get applied If I call you my bro then you know that we tied If you say you my bitch, Better be on my side If you say that you down then girl you better ride If he riding the wave then we washing the tide He got caught with that switch, Yeah you know that shit federal Niggas high off the drugs, I ain't talking no edible When I f*ck from the back, She say this dick incredible And I hope you don't tell on me, Cause I won't tell on you Leave it in the streets, Why the f*ck would I snitch Catch his ass out of bounds, Leave his ass in a ditch Hit a nigga close range, Should of seen his body twitch When I'm working that chop, That shit sound like a glitch She a ole dirtyy hoe, Lil shaboinkin' ass bitch How you fuckin' with them but you all on my dick I ain't fuckin' with no mook cause you know that bitch hit And I step on them other niggas ya hear me (Hey Chris)