Katch Up lyrics

[Chorus]
I got my foot on they neck
Hell nah b*tch I ain't lettin' up (I can't let up)
I got a bag on my neck
Told that pus*y to catch up (Catch up)
Real dope boy sh*t, none of these n*ggas can't f*ck with us (Can't f*ck with us)
We throw racks in this b*tch, tell them pussies to count it, uh (Count it)
We loud, rock the crowd, I'm too turnt, can't turn it down
Blow a check, we Nike, down
Scrape the bone, we whip the pound
Real D boy in the trap, we a different kind
We don't even trap the same, we don't cross the same line

[Verse 1]
Took the Rollie to the jewler, told that n*gga to bust it down
I got [?] in the face, I got cash to throw around
She a dime in the face, I'm just tryna bust her down
Bein' broke a real disease, none of them n*ggas can't come around
Real dope boy in the trap, b*tch I move them pies
Broke boy can't talk to me, it cost money to hit my line
Movin' dope on the interstate
They told me I was ahead of my time
I can't even walk the same
In my pocket, like twenty-five
Big ol' booty, small waist
I'm just tryna bust her down
Baby's sayin' ándale
I'ma speed while I'm doin' a hundred and five
[Chorus]
I got my foot on they neck
Hell nah b*tch I ain't lettin' up (I can't let up)
I got a bag on my neck
Told that pus*y to catch up (Catch up)
Real dope boy sh*t, none of these n*ggas can't f*ck with us (Can't f*ck with us)
We throw racks in this b*tch, tell them pussies to count it, uh (Count it)
We loud, rock the crowd, I'm too turnt, can't turn it down
Blow a check, we Nike, down
Scrape the bone, we whip the pound
Real D boy in the trap, we a different kind
We don't even trap the same, we don't cross the same line

[Verse 2]
I smoke the loudest weed, can't you hear it? (Can't you hear it?)
I don't f*ck with none of these n*ggas, they act too weird (Act too weird)
I drink Hennessy, n*gga f*ck that beer (f*ck that beer)
Real trap n*gga, let's get that clear (Get that clear)
I got rats on my face, b*tch these Cartiers (They Cartiers)
I came in her face, drip into her ear (Ew, wet)
b*tch I'm agitated, twelve stay on my rear (f*ck twelve)
I don't conversate, just hit her in her rear (It's tight)

[Chorus]
I got my foot on they neck
Hell nah b*tch I ain't lettin' up (I can't let up)
I got a bag on my neck
Told that pus*y to catch up (Catch up)
Real dope boy sh*t, none of these n*ggas can't f*ck with us (Can't f*ck with us)
We throw racks in this b*tch, tell them pussies to count it, uh (Count it)
We loud, rock the crowd, I'm too turnt, can't turn it down
Blow a check, we Nike, down
Scrape the bone, we whip the pound
Real D boy in the trap, we a different kind
We don't even trap the same, we don't cross the same line