XXXTENTACION - ​catch lyrics

She came to fuck, it's picture perfect
Different person when she textin'
Guess her heart was hurtin'
She need attention
I'm guessin' I didn't get the message
She told me, "Bae, I know you miss me
Why you still pretendin'?"
Louis loafers and Fendi and
Different colors matchin'
She leave her house like she
Winnin' a fuckin' beauty pageant
And when she older
She told me she wanted to be an actress
Keep that spray in that condo
In case a nigga actin' she got some issues
She told me her daddy beat her 50
And she tried to do strippin'
But I guess it wasn't fittin'
Now she fucks with these fuckers
She just want the dollar bills
Fuck it when this shit is real, bitch
You know it's real
Yeah, another call from that state attorney
Another day inside a court like
It's a fuckin' journey
Damn, call Diamond, Downy and Guapo
20 and that Henny in case a nigga could Chapo
They like Similac and milk
In that baby bottle
Bumpin' that Metro Boomin say, "Fuck it
Just let the shots roll"
Fuck it, just let the shots roll
Momma wouldn't stand that her
Baby goin' to jail
Momma always wanted her baby goin' to Yale
40 in that fanny
She aimin' straight for ya tail
She don't need a tutor for
Payin' the baby bail
Yeah, why sellin' the MacBook?
Better tuck his chain if the nigga
Don't want his neck took
And for all my niggas who
Chillin' that have my back, bruh
Sittin' with that fanny
Just waitin' for you to act up
Fuck it, just let the shots roll
Tired of these bitches
A nigga do want the top though
Catch a nigga slippin'
A nigga ain't een mop though
Nigga talkin' funny, said, "Fuck it"
Just left his jaw broke
Case it, like Law & Order
Tell a nigga like me
"Don't ever fuck with my daughter"
Nino on the Yachty, homie fuck the rappin'
We pullin' up with the shotty
Yeah, ayy, rockin' Biggie and Pac
Tell you what that Nina with Rio
Bria in Bel-Air always miss my uncle
A gamble just like casinos
Lately I been chillin'
I hit up my nigga Chino (Ouch)
Fuck it, just let the shots roll
Lookin' like Khalifa and Yeezy
Mixed with, uh, Pac, oh
"Who your favorite artist?", I
Told these niggas, "I don't know"
Bitch, you love my music
So where the pussy and guapo?