Man, Takeoff Galaxy!
Fire lens, hot
In a Benz Truck
Why these niggas hate on me, go get yo bands up
She, riding round with me, she got her legs up
Electric like a Tesla
Tell em catch up
Yeah
Y’all niggas ain’t bout shit
Me & my dawgs gon' win
I took an L & flipped it
Was killing shit from the beginning
Just started, they want us to finish
Bitch I mind my business
Yeah she thick, fitness
Backshots, hitting
Ride the wave, surf
Run up a play
Regardless, they gon hate
I’d blow a bag today
Big body, heavy weight
Shrimp and grits on plate
Please, get the fuck out my face
Bitch I’m good, but imma be great
Perfect timing, never late
Fire lens, hot
In a Benz Truck
Why these niggas hate on me, go get yo bands up
She, riding round with me, she got her legs up
Electric like a Tesla
Tell em catch up
Fire lens, hot
In a Benz Truck
Why these niggas hate on me, go get yo bands up
She, riding round with me, she got her legs up
Electric like a Tesla
Tell em catch up
Sipping on Hennessy
Thick hoe next to me
I might change the weather up, give her this Sunny D
Let’s get lit as fuck (Yeah)
I know she feeling me
Yeah she into me
I like her energy
We gon' fuck up a check, flex
Water my wrist and my necklace
She say “you the best” , yes
Fuck it, young & reckless
I get it straight off the boat
If it’s a lick then you know I’m on go
No, I can’t be fucking with hoes
That ain’t my vibe, i ain’t tryna be broke
No, no
Niggas gon' ride the wave
They fake, I see it from a mile away
I keep that heat on me, yeah like a fireplace
Please don’t sleep on me
I’m getting to the bag, no hibernate
Smoking high grade
Her ass gon' vibrate
Fire lens, hot
In a Benz Truck
Why these niggas hate on me, go get yo bands up
She, riding round with me, she got her legs up
Electric like a Tesla
Tell em catch up
Fire lens, hot
In a Benz Truck
Why these niggas hate on me, go get yo bands up
She, riding round with me, she got her legs up
Electric like a Tesla
Tell em catch up
Catch Up was written by Joelle M Holmes.
Catch Up was produced by galaxy..