You aint bout that life from the fuckin jump
See your bitch in the club she like hug me back
Got lazy in the gat, she like fuck me back
Get the go home, but they brought me back
I aint wait for bitch to love me back
Bitch I aint gonna lie, like call me back
So I eat too much, bitch call me fat
Ten fat at the light and I wrap it up
In a muscle car like Im flexing up
Ohh, shes boring
Yawing on her like Im just getting up
Take a nigga shirt and rip it up
Take a bitch spirit and lift it up
The K was the axe how I hooked it up
Then the K was the box how I lifted it up
Bang
Catch up, catch up, catch up, catch up 
Catch up, catch up, catch up, catch up 
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Catch up, catch up, catch up, catch up 
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Catch up, catch up, catch up, catch up 
Catch up, catch up, catch up, catch up