Catch Up

But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
Call Tyheed get Dro'd out
And all this smokin' gon' catch up

And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
All this drinkin' gon' catch up
And represent for my kinfolk
And I'm steady smokin' Buddah, I do the
Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's hot
Grab a blunt put it together

If it's hoes out I show out

And all this smokin' gon' catch up
With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver
Love the light
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin
Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL

And all this smokin' gon' catch up
Loadin' clips and glocks
Love the mic
I grab my pad and pen and wrote
All this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up

Love to write
My shit even come out better

But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
Ay yo it's 2-0, I'm Eastside's King
Wit' mo lines than chopped coke
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
Walk up in the club, pretty thug, fucked up off head shots
Shakin' tits and twats

But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
Always got a drink
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
The ballin' don't stop
Hennessey and bad weed
Now let me be quite, frank

Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
All this drinkin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But the smoke from the canabis, shit

Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker 'til he bleed
Then'll smoke a L, bust shells and dare ya to tell
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
Fuck po-po's, I'm blowin' dro' out the Ac Legend
Grab a bag and match up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck

But I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretto
Get it right
I'mma sit you down
Now wit' the help of Hen' and Coke
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck

Just drop more G's on drink and drugs
What a nigga really need
Ay yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos

Knowin' we got the haters hot
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
Bitch I'm hit, not by no bullet or no pellet
Steward Ave. Homes
'Cause I'm that crazy nigga, Luda
Every chance I get
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
I might just be too high
Placin' big face 20's and cock
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo'
And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
Pimp a hoe until she broke
There's no doubt I love my life
Then take it to the mental and essential and clown

Doublin' dough 24-7
And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
Somethin' that I knew was dope
Runnin' with 2 strike felons and I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron
Evil that'll bend you when I get you
So when I get old I'mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver
Live it up young nigga since it's gon' catch up
So take a drag
Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out
Believe me it catch up
We are the dirty south's dirtiest
Or the club get closed out