Ludacris, Fate Wilson, Infamous 2-0 - Catch Up lyrics

All this drinking gon' catch up
And all this smoking gon' catch up
But some niggas just really don't give a fuck
Some niggas just really don't give a fuck
And all this drinking gon' catch up
And all this smoking gon' catch up
But some bitches just really
Don't give a fuck
Some bitches just really don't give a fuck

Now let me be quite frank
'Cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drink
And I'm steady smoking buddah i do the
Evil that men do when I get you
I'ma sit you down then take it to the
Mental's essential and clown
Every chance I get bitch I'm hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the canna-bi-as, shiyat
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger
Up when I'm ridin' by
And say "Hi!" to plenty liquors and
I know it's a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking
I'll just do it again
So when I get old I'ma rock, roll, shake
And shiver with some blacked out lungs and
A fucked up liver

All this drinking gon' catch up
And all this smoking gon' catch up
But some niggas just really don't give a fuck
Some niggas just really don't give a fuck
And all this drinking gon' catch up
And all this smoking gon' catch up
But some bitches just really
Don't give a fuck
Some bitches just really don't give a fuck

Ayo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos
Stewart Ave hoes
Niggas from G-Ro committed to slanging blo
Doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro
Out the Ac Legend runnin wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron
Then'll smoke a L bust shells
And dare ya to tell walk up in the club
Pretty thug fucked up off headshots
Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop
It like it's Hot shaking tit's and twats
Placing big face 20's and cock
Loading clips and Glocks
Knowing we got the haters hot
The ballin' don't stop
Just drop more G's on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga since
It's gon' catch up

All this drinking gon' catch up
And all this smoking gon' catch up
But some niggas just really don't give a fuck
Some niggas just really don't give a fuck
And all this drinking gon' catch up
And all this smoking gon' catch up
But some bitches just really
Don't give a fuck
Some bitches just really don't give a fuck

Now with the help of Hen and Coke
I grab my pad and pen and wrote
Something that I knew was dope
And represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a ho until she broke
Wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King
But I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretta
My shit even come out better
Grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga really need
Run up in the club and blow
A motherfucker til he Bleed
Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out
Or the club get closed out
If it's hoes out I show out
Call Tauheed get Dro'd out
There's no doubt I love my life
Love the light love to write
Love the mic so take a drag
Grab a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed
Believe me it catch up

All this drinking gon' catch up
And all this smoking gon' catch up
But some niggas just really don't give a fuck
Some niggas just really don't give a fuck
And all this drinking gon' catch up
And all this smoking gon' catch up
But some bitches just really
Don't give a fuck
Some bitches just really don't give a fuck

Get it right
Ludacris, FATE fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL
We are the dirty south's dirtiest
Disturbing tha Peace
Hey bring on the bitches