Catch Up

[Intro: Dusav]
(What's good, Sou?)
Bow, bow, boom, boom, bow (Oh my god, Mari)
Boom, boom, bow (Die Sev')
You know how the fuck I'm rockin' man (Die Sev')
On my mother (Die Sev')
(Free the Shiest) Free Lil' Slime
Fuck Face, fuck Face
Said look

[Chorus: Dusav]
Top opp, so why would I lack?
I'm in the hood, on the B, with a gat
Thinkin' 'bout spinnin' my hood, get clapped
Four deep in the V, four men, four straps
I get to shootin', better get back
Said he spinned through the B, lil' nigga, spin back
I catch a Sport nigga, made a nigga run laps
Face shot, Dubandz, in my blunt, shit wack
You gettin' clapped for all of that dissin'
He dig one 'em up, but I know that you miss him
I ain't duckin' from shit, nigga, I'm in the trenches
While I commit this murder, I ain't leavin' no witness
ShiestBlocc, we don't tolerate snitches
If he tellin' and shit, hit 'em up, give him stitches
He frontin' and shit, he ain't doin' no killin'
Get the drop on a opp, then we going to get 'em

[Verse 1: Dusav]
Where the opps? Like let's play ball
In a comp, like, shit take off
Fuck all the opps like I hate y'all
Catch one, if he run, then we making him fall
Like, ShiestyFN I don't fuck with new people
Dissin' on bro then we comin' to see you
Nigga, you is a bum, we could never be equal
Got 40s and Glocks, go and cop me a equal
Twenty shots in this Ruger, shit'll leave 'em
What the fuck is a Jag? Nigga we in a AMG
So I run with a G, he D-I-E
Lil' Pac in a M, shit B-A-T
Everyday we outside, nigga, we on the B
We ain't goin' for shit, we be playin' for keeps
And we spinnin' your block if you don't got a key
Like, Mess in the trap, tryna flip hima key

[Verse 2: kildatweaker]
10 mil' Glock shit punch like Mike
Spin the Sportz, tryna catch me a dyke
Trap jumpin' off, I ain't sellin' no white
Spin through the H, you better do it right
I come through your block tryna earn me some stripes
Dubandz tried to box out all he seen was the lights
Now we flippin' through lanes tryna get out of sight
This knock big as hell, a personal fight
Go through the west tryna hunt for the thugs
Catch one he get left in the mud
Bitch I feel played I'ma show you what's up
DOA shit go through a trunk
Lil' [?] tote a strap he ain't goin' for none
DOA shit go through a trunk
Lil' [?] tote a strap he ain't goin' for none

[Chorus: Dusav]
Top opp, so why would I lack?
I'm in the hood, on the B, with a gat
Thinkin' 'bout spinnin' my hood, get clapped
Four deep in the V, four men, four straps
I get to shootin', better get back
Said he spinned through the B, lil' nigga, spin back
I catch a Sport nigga, made a nigga run laps
Face shot, Dubandz, in my blunt, shit wack
You gettin' clapped for all of that dissin'
He dig one 'em up, but I know that you miss him
I ain't duckin' from shit, nigga, I'm in the trenches
While I commit this murder, I ain't leavin' no witness
ShiestBlocc, we don't tolerate snitches
If he tellin' and shit, hit 'em up, give him stitches
He frontin' and shit, he ain't doin' no killin'
Get the drop on a opp, then we going to get 'em