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dd osama - catch up lyrics

[intro: bbg steppaaa]
gang, gang, what? what?

[chorus: bbg steppaaa]
when we try to spin through the [?], them n+ggas keep dissin’
late night, creeping through his kitchen
sixteen shots and i pop me a wicked
they keep dissin’ on tour like they did it
lil shark lucky, almost had his fitted
tinted nissan, won’t know who did it
i’m tryna slide, head shot, he missin’
put that boy in the ground with his n+ggas
one died, should’ve had his pole and the other one died because he don’t hold
they keep dissin’, all them n+ggas bo
give him a pole, guarantee he gon’ fold
like, why they keep dissin’ us fo’?
i’on know but i’m gon’ blow
shots to ya’ face, yeah, they hate us the most
how you riding’ they d+ck and sit in they throat
[verse 1: bbg steppaaa]
and wе out tryna catch us a shark
and they put up, if not, then it’s goin’ to get dark
catch mе a r, gaurantee i’ma spark
when i be at that light, i’ma leave it in park
how you a driver but mackin’ them cars?
and ya’ b+tch suckin’ d+ck, she gaggin’ them b+lls
hit from the back yeah i’m smackin’ her once
she gon’ slurp off the d+ck, gaggin’ and all
hop out the car, make a opp n+gga drive
when i stand over top when he drop and he fall
leg shot, lil bro hoppin’ and all
bullets grab his head for tryna play ball

[verse 2: dd osama]
ayo bbg, step
when we bend through the opps, leave a mess
how many n+ggas gon’ die in they ‘jects?
smokin’ jb from the sev (jb)
lil’ rah rah, he died in the v (rah rah)
like i said, “sixteen to my spliff”
catch me a nine and i empty the clip
ddot wit’ me, i bet he throw six, like
if these n+ggas is dissin’ the gang
whole time, these n+ggas is lame
spin through they side, watch us see us flame
’cause they talkin’ lil’ notti, they shot
catch me a flocka, watch his body floppin’
if he from the ray, he get shots to his top, on bro
(like) like, hol’ on, i ain’t done
[verse 3: dd osama]
yeah, i’m tired of the dissin’ and cappin’
like, when ya’ ever made a tragic?
smokin’ on nazzy, and berry, and dice
’cause y’all smokin’ on notti, it’s active
still 300k, how y’all f+ck with the gzz then f+ck with the flockas?
and i’m doak, catch a flocka, he meetin’ my chopper
spin through the sev, we yellin’, “we got one”
call dudeylo, he totin’ his knocker
rj wit’ me, he totin’ the blaster, like, grrah+grrah

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