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tyte - katch up lyrics

[chorus]
i got my foot on they neck
h+ll nah b+tch i ain’t lettin’ up (i can’t let up)
i got a bag on my neck
told that p+ssy 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 p+ssies 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
scr+pe 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
h+ll nah b+tch i ain’t lettin’ up (i can’t let up)
i got a bag on my neck
told that p+ssy 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 p+ssies 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
scr+pe 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
h+ll nah b+tch i ain’t lettin’ up (i can’t let up)
i got a bag on my neck
told that p+ssy 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 p+ssies 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
scr+pe 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

- tyte lyrics

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