Can't Catch Me
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Ball top, fall coat, ain't sippin' that, it's lit nigga
Niggas close, be the ones who hate the most, I keep distance
Goin' bald, hatin' ass niggas, say I think I'm pimpin'
He done told my bitch I was out and had a bitch with me
All time the bitch in my car, with my bitch nigga
But since you in my business, yeah, I'm finna hit that bitch up
I'm tryna get to where we gettin', so they finna do they big pimpin'
AMG beat out the street, holdin' some thugs in it
Rollin' up with thug niggas, CHF, if it go up, I thug with 'em
Never fall out with my bro about no ho, I thug bitches
We get that low, we flip it, spin it, catch his ass and kill him
Camera caught, the place is stolen, they gon' find this bitch burnt by the roof
They got us high, we tryna flame some niggas up and it's that simple
They know how this shit go, they know how we gon' come, we finna bend up
Free my nigga Doe, he took a dub, he doin' it with his chin up
Oh, well, lil' bro, let a nigga mug, we gon' shoot this bitch up
I'm like, "Yeah, they done did this, they like Steps"
They done let a .30 go like they was stealth, uh-oh
He done ran out of breath, I'm like, "Yeah, get your stupid ass here"
My bitch, she gon' shoot for me, no question, don't even gotta tell her
Lil' bro, he don't go, you know, lil' bro, my secret weapon
Looked inside the mirror, then I turned into a fuckin' devil
Worried 'bout it, I don't leave the state without my fuckin' brother
THF, Lord, I'm from Iraq, I really bump and shit
YBM, free my big bro, now Tay Tay got forty years
Ain't seen him in like ten, but it really been like more than that though
Signed 9 to 10, I'm still strapped though, hittin' sales with a fat ho nigga
Caught a case, went to sleep and beat that bitch like in a day
He told on him, give him the cold shoulders, who hit him in his face?
I'm gettin' older, streets still gettin' colder, shit was never safe, nah
Heads on me, I be big as Meech, I was to play the block
Boy, see me out and put they head down
It's been some time since I hopped up off the ride and chased the fuck nigga down
YBM blew up a hood since they got love for his opps
One lil' No Wonder why I be on Lynwood now, slap
On my dead lil' brother, I get richer every year
Fuckin' a bitch and cook her off if she don't suck lil' tuna dick
GMO, CMO, same shit, gang shit, lame
CEO and call me Lil' Chris, no love for a bitch
Fuckin' her good off these pills, hearin' her raw, makin' her tweek out
I be tweakin' on the West End, I be tweakin' on the Eastside, bitch
Free my nigga eight, he went back in for a minute, slap
I'm the dough on the bitch, fuck a ho, get dough, real nigga, yeah