WhyG & J Neat | Ketchin Up
Wlatt demons WhyG and J Neat release their highly anticipated track Ketchin Up that racked thousands of views in just twenty-four hours of being uploaded. The northside of Jane rappers make a huge comeback after two months of being off the grid, but no one can complai...
[Verse: J Neat & Why G]
Paid in full so you can call me Mitch
When it come to money, man, my finger always itch
I got that dog food you can call me Vick
Dope it gon' lock just like a pit
Runnin' through these bands like a marathon
I can never trust 'em, keep my glizzy on
Ouu, that nigga slippin' then the weapon drawn
Drippin' in some Louboutins
I was sellin' dope right on EsplanadeWhen you call my phone don't be movin' hot
She got a big ass, I just told her back it up
These niggas mustard 'cause they never ketchin' up
We just got a drop, fill the clip to the maximum
Only certi' hittas on road, we no amateurs
And I'm OT, real far like a traveler
Blue Fenty on me look like Avatar
Or the purple lookin' lavender
Bricks from El Salvador
I'll serve your grandmother
And I'll wrap the plug in a cocoon like a caterpillar
If he don't give me what he got, dunk on 'em like Cavalier
And I shot a nigga wit' every type of caliber
Baby girl fuck me spectacular
Thirty clip hangin' out the glizzy, look rectangular
If I up it on you, don't see doctors just examiners
And I don't got to go to the trap house 'cause I'm the manager
These freaky bitches eatin' anything just like a scavenger
Uh, uh
I can't give my time to no broke bitch
I've been on my grind like a ford, bitch I'm focused
We just did the dash up on 12 in a foreign
Momma caught me cookin' work, I told her it was porridge
I put his ass on GoFundMe should've had life insurance
I know you ain't never kill no one 'cause you don't got no courage
Yellow diamonds in my chain, it look just like urine
Four gen' five, Glock 27, they're twins, different versions
Money keep on addin', friends keep subtractin'
Bands gettin' bigger so I don't gotta check the balance
She be doin' freaky shit, I can't even manage
I just told her hold still like the challenge
I just shot a nigga in his back knock him off balance
Shot him from the three-point line like I'm Ray Allen
Your wifey on a diet so she gon' eat me like salad
I think she cheatin' on you, suckin' dick's her only talent
Diamonds hittin', Amiri drippin'
I ain't have the glizzy this time I got the Smithin
Heard he got it on the low, we wrap him like it's Christmas
Call my plug in Cuba, say the word, and then he ship it
Front door service I've done came a long distance
I don't gotta sit inside the trap, I got assistance
And this gun, I gotta put him on the television
And I'll walk up on him, slam dunk him like a Piston
New sticks new whip, put him on a news clip
And he want that smoke so I turned him to a new zip
I can't never love her little bitch, I ain't cupid
I just want your neck, ouu-ouu, like an ostrich
She just want to top me
Diamonds they be dancin' like a mosh pit
Keep a stick right where my cock is
She just back it up then she drop it
She be in the club bringin' profit
You ain't talkin' racks then that's nonsense
Why G released Ketchin Up on Thu Jul 30 2020.