Kur - Catch Up lyrics

Pussy ass rappers playing on my phone
I only answer when the money call
Niggas start beef
Then they want plead though
Y'all niggas got us fucked up
We ain't one of y'all
We don't fear none of y'all fuck that
We can't wait until we running y'all
I hear a lot of niggas
Talking 'bout the summer's there's
Naw fuck that
You ain't know the summer's ours
Get your money up
The bitch that you stalking on Twitter nigga
I don' fucked the monique up
Paint the city white
Like fifty bitches in our van
They like "where y'all going
Shit we wanna go"
Honey Sherry in the section looking hella bad
Nigga we got hella swag
Spent ten grand and that was just on clothes
We just do it for the child that we never had
A year ago, nigga said I was the runner up
Now shit changed young boy running shit
Niggas always talk that money shit
You see them out and you
Wonder where their money went
You ain't making fucking sense
I don't really give a fuck
Who you run and get
You put a laser on a motherfucking Glock 40
My nigga I'll put that shit
Like he don't wanna miss nigga what

G Weezy my fucking dawg
That's the girl that I left for her
Last year I was fucked up
I was buying clothes at the thrift store
This year I'm on some new shit
I just buy belts when I get bored
Niggas always on my dick
Put your bitch to use that's
What your bitch for
Balling on these in Burberry
Bitches tell me I'm the worst eerie
I ain't never tripping off on hoes
You let my bail catch you
Know catch these hoes vary
I don't give a fuck about no nigga
Especially no broke nigga walking around
Oh nigga I don been a lot
Of shit but a old nigga
I run shit just like marathons
Louis on just like Ferragom
I go through backdoors while
Y'all stand in line
I don't backtrack I am ahead of time
And still entry B
Free Lil that's my fucking dawg
Rap niggas so fucking fraud
Screaming fuck 'em all coup what up

Do you know how it feel to hear your
Mom fucking niggas that she barely know
You hear her moaning off them heavy strokes
This the side that I never show
This the realest shit I ever wrote
When I was young I always
Wanted to be an astronaut
'Cause when my mom was high she used
To say she on the moon i used to cry
I used to beg her can she take me with her
She say don't worry I'm a take
You soon just stay in school
And I'm happy that I grew up poor
'Cause if I grew up rich
There wouldn't be no core
There wouldn't be no struggle
There wouldn't be no flaws
I would've never have to worry
'bout if we gon' starve
I remember all the times I
Couldn't brush my teeth
I remember all the times I
Had scuffed up sneaks
All the Muslim brothers got girls
So when the girls came around I act like
I was Muslim and I cuffed my jeans
No disrespect though
I'm the type to live my
Life with no regrets though
Dealing with the fact my
Sister having sex though when she graduate
I hope I ain't on Death Row
It's sorry shit that I should let go
Fucking nine to five we made
Thousands off the Metro
Off the juice, off the coke, off the XO
The trap house had nothing but stoves
We was in that kitchen like we chefs yo
We was tryna be Esco
Learn most of the game from Lil
Followed his steps yo
Learn most of my swag from Rein
He got me fresh though
Coup he was like my right
Long as my left though