Fredo Bang, Ree-Up, Da Real Gee Money, Lil Nino, Big Wayne On Da Track - Catch It Then lyrics

(B-Real on the track) vVS
Ahh ree-up
Big Wayne quick
Fredo gee
Nino

Big money vvs’ and gisseppis brought my bread
Brought my motherfucking lettuce you heard me
And that choppa turn your
Chest into spaghetti
Ain’t no slangs act like you ain’t
Catch it ya heard me
If you think I’m sending shots
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then
If you think I’m sending shots
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then

I’m bout my money but I
Creep when it get hectic
With that choppa and that 40
That Jamaican man special
I’m out of town then imma
Make my man stretch him
Probably find you up in church point necked
Bb and dame that sauce lane quick
I Call em leprechaun and chucky
That sharp man shit
Ain’t throwing slangs imma go
And get my weapon and leave a nigga brain up
On the deck about whatever

I’m official don’t believe me
Then ask the referee
Red light district on top the
Semi ain't no testing me
Been swimming since the womb but my swag
Done got to dumb for that
Sneak me or diss me I’ll come
And snatch fucking tongue for that
I’ll check one of you niggas
Disrespect one of you niggas
Get pissed off lets shots off and
Stretch one of you bitches
Been with the shit's stay with the shit's
You know I’m thugging
Bought a combat with a cutter smash you then
Smash your brother that G shit nigga

Big money vvs’ and gisseppis brought my bread
Brought my motherfucking lettuce you heard me
And that choppa turn your chest
Into spaghetti you heard me
Ain’t no slangs act like you ain’t
Catch it ya heard me
If you think I’m sending shots
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then
If you think I’m sending shots
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then

Left him leaking in the whip so
I call that blood letters
Drank some water with my X to drug better
Caught him slipping shit he had
His broad with him
Sent a blessing guess he didn’t
Have god with him
Grab the dick i stuff the 40 like
A turkey don’t involve skinny jeans
Empty the clip the body jerking
I keep a rod send a threat I won’t reply
Pull up on you in disguise

If you think I’m sending shots pussy
Nigga then catch it then
Catch you slipping beat yo’ pussy
Ass up for playing
And plus I’m spraying a 40
Glock this bitch protect me
And if I feel played then imma up
This bitch don’t play with me
You a whole ball player tryna beef with me
Football tackle yo’ lil ass you
Ain’t even see it
I’m ‘bout the same shit you
‘bout nigga I’m fucked up
I’m throwed off ain’t got no screws
I need to be tightened up

Left a nigga brains on the dash
All he saw was Glocks and
Cutters right before the crash
Hop out with that bitch and make
Sure I don’t leave no witness
I ain’t bragging but I promise when I
Shoot it ain’t gon’ miss it
Catch you slipping, get to ripping
Out the clipping ‘til it’s empty
Cleezy sent me on a mission
If you play then you gon’ get it
Fuck a nigga and his feelings
If we beefing he gon’ bleed
Yeah I might be from that O
But I’m fucking with TBG