Katch Up

All this smoking fetty gonna catch up

All this boosting gonna catch up

All this slamming crystal gonna catch up

But some folks just really don’t give a fuck

It's just some bitches just really don’t give a fuck

Now let me be real blunt

Cause I’m that wild one, Jojo

Posted up in Fairfield, Cali

Loading foils, steady smoking dabs I do the dirt that’ll twist ya, when I get ya

Sit you down, take you deep inside my mental, then I flip ya

Clown every chance I get

Yeah, I’m lit Not from bullets or pellets But the fetty and the crystal I hit Might be too high, who knows

Middle finger up as I ride real slow

Saying what it do to the homeboys posted at the spot

Telling me to quit smoking, I’ma hit it nonstop

So when I’m old, I’ma rock, roll, shake, and shiver With some burnt-out lungs and a fucked up body due for a tune up All this dumb shit gonna catch up

Dabs or foil whatever

smoking fetty gonna catch up

All this slamming crystal catch up

Most of us folks just really don’t give a fuck

Knowing you one of us who just really don’t give a fuck

All this smoking gonna catch up

All this boosting gonna catch up

Slamming crystal gonna catch up

Most bitches just really don’t give a fuck

Sucking and smashing whoever the fuck

Them bitches just really don’t give a fuck

I do this for the tweekers and the fettheads

Fairfield streets, late-night grind mode

Running the tracks, we gotta keep our eyes low

Slanging that weight, doubling dough

24/7, dodging po-po

Blowing smoke out the tents, sitting low-low

Rolling deep with felons, yeah, we keep it thorough

Strapped like Tarzan, blades on our hips

Hit the spot, let a few shells go

Off the fetty, off the crystal, moving slow

Watching shorties drop it down real low

Throwing racks, making haters mad, let ‘em know

But the hustle don’t stop

Just stack more G’s, more smoke, more fetty

Live it up, young one, cause it's gon’ catch up

All this smoking fetty gonna catch up

All this slamming crystal catch up

I'm telling ya folks just really don’t give a fuck

Really these folks just don’t give a fuck

All this smoking fetty gonna catch up

All this boosting gonna catch up

All this slamming crystal catch up

These bitches just never gave a fuck

Some ladies really don’t give a fuck either

With the help of foil and a torch

I grab my tooter, then I choke Something raw for my kinfolk Burn a foil till it’s toast Got more lines than chopped coke Yo, it’s 2-0, Fairfield king But my crys got a twist of D M T the Every hit just hit better Spark a blunt, get it together What a real one need? Step in the trap, make ‘em bleed

Could it be the fetty that put his lights out?

Or the whole spot shut down when the fights out?

If the ladies out, I show out Call up the crew, bring the smoke out No doubt, I love my life Love the light, love to smoke Love the folks, so take a drag Grab a tooter, match up Crystal and some bad fetty, believe me, it'll catch up

All this smoking fetty will catch up

All this slamming crystal will catch up