"CatchYouOut" lyrics

"CatchYouOut"
(feat. Luhh Dyl)

Damn, damn, damn
Uh, aye

Me and Dyl still dealing
I catch you out in a minute
I don't start nothing, I end it
We up the score from start to finish
Push weight, I sold a thousand, triple what I'm benching
Can't play wit' none the fam
I say the word, shorties spinnin'
Slow down

Since a youngin ballin' like the Pistons
Seen the bigger picture
He want beef, we get niggas 'plenished like really nonexistent
The trap jumping like Pop-Pop's chicken
Unc' steppin' on the biscuits
I been wrote my wrongs and been knew when I laced up what come wit' it

We been the championship type it's all sweeps, in every season
She steady tuggin' on my zipper, bae, slow down and take it easy
GTA, complete the mission and slip profit like some cleavage
He gon' die tryna get on me, this nigga better control his demons

You better back back, I got shit that make you lay down like I'm Peezy
He on the 'Gram with his lifesavings, he don't know I make that weekly
Oh, you want a boy that's hot shit? We got flavors, come and meet me
Don't think shit sweet, I stay clutching my heat, this ain't no freebie

Took the harder route, I'm made for this shit, bitch, I'm hard body
I done did all this shit twice and the bitch say I ball like it
Had the driver switch whips, I make it hard identifying me
Caught her off a her word, it wasn't nothin', she been eyeing me

Wrong word, push your shit back, beginner barber
Drake hit him, it changed his life, he talk like kindergartners
.45, it's my size, that bitch hit every target
Chill guy, I don't be on shit, you can catch me in the target

I'm one of the biggest in it
Got more stain than a permanent marker
They biting swag I been invented it, they call me George Carver
AMG or Bimmer riding, they won't catch me in no Charger
The play was over sweet, but you know I had to overcharge him

And if it's sweet then we eat
Brodie locked up for a B, his co-D got cold feet
I done turned rap into passion 'cause I seen so some of my niggas leave
Niggas can't even imagine a fraction of the pape' that I done seen

Me and Dyl still dealing
I catch you out in a minute
I don't start nothing, I end it
We up the score from start to finish
Push weight, I sold a thousand, triple what I'm benching
Can't play wit' none the fam
I say the word, shorties spinnin'

Since a youngin ballin' like the Pistons
Seen the bigger picture
He want beef, we get niggas 'plenished like really nonexistent
The trap jumping like Pop-Pop's chicken
Unc' steppin' on the biscuits
I been wrote my wrongs and been knew when I laced up what come wit' it, just deal


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