catch a *** Lyrics by Destroy Lonely
(Part I)
Huh, huh, shawty, she dancin’, making a scene
Ass bounce, trampoline, I got a whole lot of pints of lean
I got a whole lot of clothes, CELINE
I got a whole lot of sticks and ammo, ***, I loaded the magazine
I look like to model, I look like I’m ‘posed to just pose on the cover of magazines
My *** like a model, she look too bad, but nah, she ain’t too bad for me
Me and the gang, we slide, we creep
I’m in a Trackhawk Jeep, my boy in the 720S, McLaren
*** doors on the creature, my main ho trippin’, yeah
‘Cause I don’t be caring, I’m too damn evil
I can’t even lie, you pretty, baby, but I don’t think that I need you
Huh, I’m sippin’ on red, yeah, my young ***’ll wet you up
I got rich, upper echelon, my bad *** too wet, yeah
I got water, I got way more water than a bathtub
I just been tweakin’ lately, huh, I don’t give no ***
Tell that ho to pull up, I’ma throw it, throw more than a dub
*** party in the studio, I don’t go to clubs
I’m at Prime Italian, in Miami, ***, I’m eatin’ good
I know my niggas tied, so I gotta get up out that hood
Know your tushy tight, yeah, I *** that ***, I *** her good
I done burned the tires off the whip, I slide it through your hood
I don’t get tired, real vamp, ***, I’m up all night
I *** thick hoes, real thick hoes, super thighs
Money, American Deli, I got a ten piece with some fries
She got a pink ***, I call my lil’ freak Nicki Minaj
Then go outer-space, yeah, Phantom came with some stars
When I’m in L.A., I *** on every superstar, ***
I smoke out the bag every day, I don’t want a zip
And I’m pourin’ up real mud, do you want a sip?
(Part II)
Baby, do you want a sip?
I just called my shooter up and he ready to catch a ***
I just called my shooter up, he ready to catch a ***
Ten-thousand on your head, you’ll be dead for real
Thirty-thousand in my bed, ***, yeah, for real
I was signed into a deal, goin’ crazy, a hundred mil’
I just throw that money up and watch it fall
I just throw that money up and watch it fall
We got *** poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ ***, yeah, now
We got *** poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ ***, yeah, now
*** tried to get over on me, hell nah
*** tried to pull a move on me, we knock his head off
I’m the Top Floor, Top Floor, Top Floor, Top Floor, Top Floor, Top Floor Boss
I got gang members on the top floor, servin’ pitbull, that dog
Yeah, my chain hangin’ and it’s swingin’, I got VVSs shawty
If you ain’t gang, gang, then you ain’t in, it’s a real *** party
It’s a boss *** party, yeah, shawty
Yeah, let’s get it started, huh, yeah, shawty
Ain’t no keepers, but it’s started, it’s a foreign
She a freak and she pop a pill, yeah, she gettin’ horny
Woah, yeah, this *** get crazy
This *** tried to come and trap me for a baby
I just bought my old *** a brand new Mercedes
I cut off the old ***, now I’m goin’ brazy
I cut off the old ***, now I’m goin’ brazy
I cut off the old ***, now I’m goin’ brazy
I cut off the old ***, now I’m goin’ brazy
I cut off the old ***, now I’m goin brazy
