"Catch Up, Pt. 3 (Death Ina Air)" lyrics
BBG Steppaa & DD Osama Lyrics
Know he don't get tired, nigga
Brrt, brrt, baow
Uh, we love chasin' this vic', no, he don't get tired
Keep a mask on like Michael Myers, I'm at the backseat tryna hit fire
And we posted in Grafton, I'm like "Fuck it, we out to the Spyers"
Old nigga rappin', he need to retire
Swear that you rappin' then bite like a tiger
Brrt, baow, we on his ass when we seen the post
He feel death in there gettin' close, bullets up a K had him huggin' his throat
I could be star player off court, niggas catch me off-guard, I'ma blow through the coat
Better push up with 'em, better approach
We on the opps side ready to blow (Uh, listen)
Niggas dissin' my brother, I send you to meet 'em
Send that boy on a chair with the reaper
You in this school, better tie in your sneakers
Baby Kid steady dissin', he ridin' the bleachers
Class a session but I'll be the teacher
Streets gettin' cold so you best have your heater
Never the follower, I be the leader
Nigga said he a boss, so watch how I bleed 'em
Shoutout P5, G Mes, Lil' Bang, my torchers, you know how I treat 'em
He from the West then we knockin' his teeth in
Jump right inside 'cause she told me "Go deep in"
Crime on the dick, she like "When can I eat again?"
Only one for the brothers, no squeezin' in
We caught a opp, he got put up on citizen
If I shout out the Bzz, then they hawkin' him down
Run into us, then we gunnin' you down (On bro)
Bro caught a hit, then he flew out of town
Free Boogz, that's the nigga that I need around (Free Boogz)
Tell him, "Pass off," he ain't jackin' it, gun jam up, nigga, he get to smackin' it (Baow-baow)
Heartfelt brother, on bro, I ain't passin' it, a nigga push up, word to bro, yeah, I'm whackin' him
"Takin' trips," said that do it for who? (Who?)
Word to bro, they don't do it for Nu' (At all)
Last couple niggas that came to my block, that's on my brother grave, all them niggas went poof (Baow-baow-baow)
Niggas know what we did to the 2's (What?)
Ask bro, word to bro, free Scoob
I start shakin' my shoulders, RIP Matt, I'ma roll up a boulder (Baow-baow-baow)
(I'ma roll up a boulder)
Uh, we love chasin' this vic', no, he don't get tired
Keep a mask on like Michael Myers, I'm at the backseat tryna hit fire
And we posted in Grafton, I'm like "Fuck it, we out to the Spyers"
Old nigga rappin', he need to retire
Swear that you rappin' then bite like a tiger
Brrt, baow, we on his ass when we seen the post
He feel death in there gettin' close, bullets up a K had him huggin' his throat
I could be star player off court, niggas catch me off-guard I'ma blow through the coat
Better push up with 'em, better approach
We on the opps side ready to blow
Brrt, brrt, baow
Uh, we love chasin' this vic', no, he don't get tired
Keep a mask on like Michael Myers, I'm at the backseat tryna hit fire
And we posted in Grafton, I'm like "Fuck it, we out to the Spyers"
Old nigga rappin', he need to retire
Swear that you rappin' then bite like a tiger
Brrt, baow, we on his ass when we seen the post
He feel death in there gettin' close, bullets up a K had him huggin' his throat
I could be star player off court, niggas catch me off-guard, I'ma blow through the coat
Better push up with 'em, better approach
We on the opps side ready to blow (Uh, listen)
Niggas dissin' my brother, I send you to meet 'em
Send that boy on a chair with the reaper
You in this school, better tie in your sneakers
Baby Kid steady dissin', he ridin' the bleachers
Class a session but I'll be the teacher
Streets gettin' cold so you best have your heater
Never the follower, I be the leader
Nigga said he a boss, so watch how I bleed 'em
Shoutout P5, G Mes, Lil' Bang, my torchers, you know how I treat 'em
He from the West then we knockin' his teeth in
Jump right inside 'cause she told me "Go deep in"
Crime on the dick, she like "When can I eat again?"
Only one for the brothers, no squeezin' in
We caught a opp, he got put up on citizen
If I shout out the Bzz, then they hawkin' him down
Run into us, then we gunnin' you down (On bro)
Bro caught a hit, then he flew out of town
Free Boogz, that's the nigga that I need around (Free Boogz)
Tell him, "Pass off," he ain't jackin' it, gun jam up, nigga, he get to smackin' it (Baow-baow)
Heartfelt brother, on bro, I ain't passin' it, a nigga push up, word to bro, yeah, I'm whackin' him
"Takin' trips," said that do it for who? (Who?)
Word to bro, they don't do it for Nu' (At all)
Last couple niggas that came to my block, that's on my brother grave, all them niggas went poof (Baow-baow-baow)
Niggas know what we did to the 2's (What?)
Ask bro, word to bro, free Scoob
I start shakin' my shoulders, RIP Matt, I'ma roll up a boulder (Baow-baow-baow)
(I'ma roll up a boulder)
Uh, we love chasin' this vic', no, he don't get tired
Keep a mask on like Michael Myers, I'm at the backseat tryna hit fire
And we posted in Grafton, I'm like "Fuck it, we out to the Spyers"
Old nigga rappin', he need to retire
Swear that you rappin' then bite like a tiger
Brrt, baow, we on his ass when we seen the post
He feel death in there gettin' close, bullets up a K had him huggin' his throat
I could be star player off court, niggas catch me off-guard I'ma blow through the coat
Better push up with 'em, better approach
We on the opps side ready to blow
