Catch One Lyrics

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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck would I lie

If she say she going leave, Why the fuck would I cry

Catch his ass out of bounds, Put his ass on a island

Bitch you wasting my time, Why the fuck you keep styling

Nigga caught a face shot, Why the fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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)