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Kid Buddha - Catch Up Lyrics



Kid Buddha - Catch Up Lyrics
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[ Featuring KidKrazee ]

I'm wit my bouls on the north side of Philly cracking 4's up
My 5 year old cousin in the kitchen cookin dope up
Bitch aint tryna match she throwing ass for a smoke up
Heard my ex bitch ain't been sober since we broke up
Went band for a band wit her mans made him throw up
Told bro we ain't throwing no hands pick a pole up
Parent teacher meeting and my daddy never showed up
I got 50 red tips to show Brodie he ain't so tough
Put the tranq in the bitches drink made her froze up
We ain't even walk into the club n Brodie tore up
My nigga said he f*cked up going through some dark days
Posed to pay child support he put in on a parlay
Used to pay the rent serving feens in the hallway
Put the Pyrex on the skillet serve the junkies wit a sauté
Know I run this underground shit call me Harriet
My nigga copped a 100 round blick im scared of him
Im thinking of a punchline beef vegetarian
Ain't no faggot but I took Ben frank n I married him
Bitch I ain't no munch that coochie smell like an aquiriam
Chopper gon sing like Mariah when I carry it
Just because he got that gun on him don't mean he stepping
Blackout 300 wit the scope my favorite choice of weapon
Don't try to jump me in no club imma light up the section
Ain't gotta send no hit they know how it go if we catch him
Show you how to stack it up a whole lotta bands in the room
Ain't no nigga that answering to
I know plenty who gon slide for me without me even asking em to
And this Glock on me actually shoot
Oh that cap about that cash huh
Speed up do the dash they can't catch up
I done turned the rental to a nascar
I get to the cash I need the fast kind
Last trip that I fell off was the last time
I know shorty bad but it won't last long
She shaking her ass and threw her back out
Glizzy on me for the streets
Ammunition for the beef
Caught he tryna slide they hit his car and pinned him to the seat
When it get deep can you hold me
I been going through a lotta things
Ran it up and I ran it up again
I been stacking I been tryna touch an M
I was broke there ain't no way I can forget
I was hurting I couldn't even see a tear that the old me
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I'm wit my bouls on the north side of Philly cracking 4's up
My 5 year old cousin in the kitchen cookin dope up
Bitch aint tryna match she throwing ass for a smoke up
Heard my ex bitch ain't been sober since we broke up
Went band for a band wit her mans made him throw up
Told bro we ain't throwing no hands pick a pole up
Parent teacher meeting and my daddy never showed up
I got 50 red tips to show Brodie he ain't so tough
Put the tranq in the bitches drink made her froze up
We ain't even walk into the club n Brodie tore up
My nigga said he f*cked up going through some dark days
Posed to pay child support he put in on a parlay
Used to pay the rent serving feens in the hallway
Put the Pyrex on the skillet serve the junkies wit a sauté
Know I run this underground shit call me Harriet
My nigga copped a 100 round blick im scared of him
Im thinking of a punchline beef vegetarian
Ain't no faggot but I took Ben frank n I married him
Bitch I ain't no munch that coochie smell like an aquiriam
Chopper gon sing like Mariah when I carry it
Just because he got that gun on him don't mean he stepping
Blackout 300 wit the scope my favorite choice of weapon
Don't try to jump me in no club imma light up the section
Ain't gotta send no hit they know how it go if we catch him
Show you how to stack it up a whole lotta bands in the room
Ain't no nigga that answering to
I know plenty who gon slide for me without me even asking em to
And this Glock on me actually shoot
Oh that cap about that cash huh
Speed up do the dash they can't catch up
I done turned the rental to a nascar
I get to the cash I need the fast kind
Last trip that I fell off was the last time
I know shorty bad but it won't last long
She shaking her ass and threw her back out
Glizzy on me for the streets
Ammunition for the beef
Caught he tryna slide they hit his car and pinned him to the seat
When it get deep can you hold me
I been going through a lotta things
Ran it up and I ran it up again
I been stacking I been tryna touch an M
I was broke there ain't no way I can forget
I was hurting I couldn't even see a tear that the old me
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Writer: dejaun caldwell, andres ramos
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Kid Buddha
Featuring: KidKrazee
Language: English
Length: 1:56
Written by: dejaun caldwell, andres ramos

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