Catch Up (Bonus) Lyrics

Uh, racks on the dresser

Praying for better, bless up

Got shooters better step up They'll put you on a stretcher

Only live once, no, don't mess up No, don't come for my bread turn your white t red, it look like ketchup

They way too slow, I told them catch up

Okay, keep on going, yeah, they're so close

I lied they all some bozos

Off the gram I don't like photos Too deep, pull up in a four door

Nah, I don't shop at Soho

Feel good, don't fuck up my mojo

Nah, we don't fuck with Popo

Die tryin', that's the motto

I mean the motto Get a couple of M's

Like I won the lotto All these niggas my sons

Yeah, I'm they idol Finna spark up a blunt

Yeah, I'm rollin' gelato

If I catch a nigga speakin' on my name I light them up, just like Usher get burned

Yeah, you should know by now I'm runnin' it up If I hop on a trash beat, I'm makin' it turn

I keep askin' myself when the fuck they gon' learn

This shit ain't way different to me me when it's earned

All on God's timing I'm waitin' my turn I'm comin' to the top, you should be concerned

They show me true colors, I'm givin' it back Never believe what they say, it's all cap

Third eye is open, I'm lookin' for traps

Still don't trust nobody, a gun on my lap

Ain't talkin' McDonald's, my bro got a Mac

Set it off and they gon' run like they on a track

Now they askin' questions, why you did that? Yeah, we blistin' niggas, he finna get sacked

So much money stand on it I'm taller than Shaq Yeah, my pockets eatin' them bitches is fat

Yeah, we deep step on niggas, we look like a frat Slide in a Civic, I don't need a scat

Tom and Jerry ass niggas they pussy, cat Really, they actin' like bitches, brats

Yeah, all in my ear, kinda like nats Yeah, I'm finna get out of here, that's a fact

Whoa, tell em get off my body Never let him know that you got it, whoa

Couple drinks and I'm naughty Better slow down, don't get out of pocket, whoa

All of this shit seem impossible They pay attention who be poppin', oh

Dunk on a nigga, Obi Toppin Gotta make a play, cause they plottin

Bitch, I'm on fire inferno

And its gon' last forever this flame is eternal

No, I don't need a journal

Leapin' over all the obstacles like a hurdle

Got a world on my back like the shell on a turtle

Keepin' a small circle

What's in my cup? It's that purple

Uh, racks on the dresser

Praying for better, bless up

Got shooters better step up They'll put you on a stretcher

Only live once, no, don't mess up No, don't come for my bread turn your white t red, it look like ketchup

They way too slow, I told them catch up