"Niggas Catch Up" lyrics

[Gucci Mane:]
I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga
I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catcha
Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up
Jet-feet aboard it all the time, turn it back up
I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga
I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catcha
Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up
Jet-feet aboard it all the time, turn it back up

On my left, there's a hunnid bitches
Right, there's a hunnid bitches
Chain around my neck, reflect the fact I'm feelin' next
In every winter, every summer, boy
I'm a [?], I'm a boy
Goddamn drummer, well, just hit me with a note
Boy, if you cup it out a car trunk, then it's not fresh
If you switchin' on your dawg, then y'all really not friends
On my left, what's a hunnid? Wow, right, what's a hunnid?
I don't talk around my niggas, boy
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga
I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catcha
Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up
Jet-feet aboard it all the time, turn it back up
I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga
I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catcha
Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up

[OJ da Juiceman:]
When I wake up tomorrow, nigga, I'ma buy Ferrari
Second thing I do is take your bitch for calamari
Diamonds in my chain, got the color barrel poppin'
It's young juice, and I'm always bottle poppin'
Drivin' on the fast chains like they goin' shoppin'
Bustin' down bricks, and the bells in the tailpipe
I get them stupid bands, stayin' down every night
From the streets, nowhere to post it on the street
Now I got that sack, post it with that pack
I ain't gotta move, let my goons snap your neck
While I'm ridin', sound sissy, bubba, cut your thang
Four pocket full of me, juice got stacked
Six, no pickin' me, juice got cracked (Cracked)
Rolled up in your hood, servin' out an eight-hat (Eight)
Stayin' out the park, man, work don't pay
Stayin' out the park, man, work don't pay

[Gucci Mane:]
I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga
I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catcha
Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up
Jet-feet aboard it all the time, turn it back up
I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga
I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catcha
Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up

[The Notorious B.I.G.:]
Big poppa, throwin' niggas off for clips
Smokin' splits, disappear with my bitch
In a Mitsubishi Eclipse, read my lips
I kill you, blood is spilled too, did I say thank you?
I grant you, three wishes, cause I be the genie
Niggas is ass out like fat bitches in bikinis
Read between the lines, see what I see
I see the diary of a sick bastard
Do your mouth for your blaster
Rugals on the hips, butt coke to flip chips
For bullets to fill clips, check it
Puttin' coke in corner store bodegas
In the back room playin' Sega, Street Fighter II
I'm invitin' you, get your writing crew
And they dope as rhymes, I get up in that ass every time
Lyrically, I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Gettin' mad blunted in a six-punder

[Gucci Mane:]
I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga
I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catcha
Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up
Jet-feet aboard it all the time, turn it back up
I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga
I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catch up
Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up
Get a Visa, board it all up, tell them turn it back up

[Outro:]
Y'all niggas better catch up, I'm on my Usain bullshit
Leavin' you niggas behind, and I'm only runnin' at half speed
If you wanna catch me, call me at 850-212-KWIK
Be about your business and your guap
Right now, I'm stoppin' in Pittsburgh
Fuckin' with my nigga Ray Zealous