Catch It

Hook:

She gon buss it like a Mac-10
I know I'm not bout it but I know you ain’t bout that action
Gettin money gettin fashion
When I get the money Ima break it down to fractions
I need a bitch that's ratchet
When she throw that ass back know that I'm bout to catch it

MK-47:

Shooting 3’s like I'm Dame
Yea you know I got that aim
Tryna end up with a main
Enemies disappearing David Blaine
Applyin the drip like I'm Tory Lanez
Might swerve around with a foreign thing
You know I'm fly like a soarin plane
Come through drippin I'm pourin rain
I'm bout to go get it
The money be flippin
Them bitches be litty
Fly like an Eagle I feel like I'm in Philly
These clowns lookin silly
Chasing my drеams like my name was Meek Milly
Thesе haters offended
All the money Ima spend it
Nah, I'm jokin I’m bout to save it
Started rappin in my basement
The past 4 years I been changin
Can’t make up your mind your thoughts be rearrangin
For all those who doubted me in Gananda just know I'm laughin at your faces
I ain’t hidin my talent I'm shameless
Bad bitch give me top leave her brainless
She a one nighter don't know what her name is
Used to be scared to talk to girls I ain't anxious

Breesy:

Hell yeah I’m anxious
Really super bad, skinny waist she basic
Did I mention in the foreign yea I had to laneswitch
Man I cannot put no time into no lame bitch
Girl bend down, hit your knees give me brain bitch
Met a bad girl she gon suck me til she brainless
Suckin on my dick til a mufucka cameless
Niggas actin tough he be sweet like a raisin
Goddamn
It be so funny how they actin tough but they not
Ima be swimmin in knots
Last year was down on my dick now I think that I'm up
I'm a big dog you the pup
You be washed out like a tub
When he sees me he runs
Man you be lookin so dumb
And he smokin on bud
And I stay be rollin up on runtz
Your bitch on my lap Ima buss
No cap leave you in the dust
No time to fuss
Ima keep poppin my shit and I love when these boys start to run
She hittin the bed she doin a backflip
She groovin and movin she smooth like Mike Jackson
We smoke til we high in the sky like an attic
Love when she throws it back I go long and catch it