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q da fool - catch up lyrics

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[verse 1: q da fool]
i had to rob n-gg-s, just to flex
put diamonds on all of my young n-gg-s necks
remix that n-gg- drink and finesse
the more money, feel like they love you less
just bought a hundred rounds and i bought a vest
caught a body, ain’t tell n-body
young n-gg- p-ss the test
i’m with my k!llers; we bout’ to slide
we all gone’ ride to the death
you never ever witness death
valentino when i step
calico on my right, micheal draco on my left
caught a body then i left
good gas n-gg- come take a breath
had to get the mop and clean up a mess

[hook: q da fool] [x2]
make these n-gg-s feel the pressure
100 rounds, i’m toting extra
i just spend a bin in a tesla
mak 90, show you how to make ketchup
red bottoms think i’m stepping on ketchup
rich shoota’, tell these fake shootas’ catch up
fresh out of prison i’m catching up
max in your bushes he’s geeking’ to catch ya’

[verse 2: q da fool]
they say we can’t come in the club cause’ we 50 deep
and i can’t leave my brother, h-ll na’ that’s my 50 piece
last summer, b-tch, i shot up like 50 streets
pulled up with no b-tch, but i left that motherf-cker with 50 freaks
young n-gg- sharp like i’m wolverine
young n-gg- sharp like a d-mn marine
these n-gg-s sweet like a tangerine
i been locked up since my early teens
i’m related to some crack heads
i’m related to some dope fiends
i’m related to some straight k!llers
i’m related to some drug kings
these n-gg-s don’t know what love mean
so n-gg- please don’t say you love me
yeah, that n-gg- had a whole lot of sh-t; he should’ve never trust me
keep a rifle like i live in the country
choppa on my chest like it’s trynna’ hug me
allah is the only one that’s above me
headshot, dump that boy out [?]

[hook: q da fool] [x2]
make these n-gg-s feel the pressure
100 rounds, i’m toting extra
i just spend a bin in a tesla
mak 90, show you how to make ketchup
red bottoms think i’m stepping on ketchup
rich shoota’, tell these fake shootas’ catch up
fresh out of prison i’m catching up
max in your bushes he’s geeking’ to catch ya’



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