(Chorus) All this drinking gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some ****** just really don give a **** But some ****** just really don give a **** All this drink gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some *****es just really don give a **** But some *****es just really don give a **** (Verse 1) Now let me be quite frank cause I that crazy ***** Luda Always got a drank and I steady smokin budda I do da evil that men do when I get you I a sit you down then take it to the mentals Essentials and clown Every chance I get ***** I hit Not by no bullet or no pellet But the smoke from the cannabis **** I might just be too high Then I put my middle finger up when I riding by Say hi to plenty liquors and I know it a sin And if you tell me stop drinking I just do it again So when I get old I a rock, roll, shake and shiver Wit some blackedout lungs and a ****ed up liver (Chorus) (Verse 2) A yo I do this for blunt heads and winos Stewart Ave hoes ****** from G-road Committed to slanin blow Doubling dough 24-7 **** po po we blowing dro out the Ac legend Running wit 2 strike felons And I pack 44 like Hank Aaron That will smoke an L bust shells And dare you to tell Walk up in the club pretty thug ****ed up off headshots Sippin some Covoce?watching hoes drop it like it hot Shaking tits and twats facing big face 20 and cock Loading clips and glocks knowing we got the haters hot The balling don stop just drop more G on drank and drugs Live it up young ****** cause it gone catch up (Chorus) (Verse 3) Now wit the help of Hen and Coke I grab my pad and pin and wrote Somethin that I knew was **** And represent for my kinfolk Pimp a hoe until she broke wit more lines then chopped coke A yo it 2-0 I Eastside king wit a Barretta Wit a twist of Almoretta My **** even come out better Grab a blunt put it together What a ***** really need Run up in the club and boe a muther****** til he bleed Remmy and ice house til the lights out Or the club get closed out If it hoes out then I show out Call Tyheed get droed out There no doubt I love my life, love the light Love to write love the mic So take a drag grab a bag And match up Hennesy and bad **** believe me it catch up (Chorus)
(Chorus) All this drinking gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some ****** just really don give a **** But some ****** just really don give a **** All this drink gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some *****es just really don give a **** But some *****es just really don give a **** (Verse 1) Now let me be quite frank cause I that crazy ***** Luda Always got a drank and I steady smokin budda I do da evil that men do when I get you I a sit you down then take it to the mentals Essentials and clown Every chance I get ***** I hit Not by no bullet or no pellet But the smoke from the cannabis **** I might just be too high Then I put my middle finger up when I riding by Say hi to plenty liquors and I know it a sin And if you tell me stop drinking I just do it again So when I get old I a rock, roll, shake and shiver Wit some blackedout lungs and a ****ed up liver (Chorus) (Verse 2) A yo I do this for blunt heads and winos Stewart Ave hoes ****** from G-road Committed to slanin blow Doubling dough 24-7 **** po po we blowing dro out the Ac legend Running wit 2 strike felons And I pack 44 like Hank Aaron That will smoke an L bust shells And dare you to tell Walk up in the club pretty thug ****ed up off headshots Sippin some Covoce?watching hoes drop it like it hot Shaking tits and twats facing big face 20 and cock Loading clips and glocks knowing we got the haters hot The balling don stop just drop more G on drank and drugs Live it up young ****** cause it gone catch up (Chorus) (Verse 3) Now wit the help of Hen and Coke I grab my pad and pin and wrote Somethin that I knew was **** And represent for my kinfolk Pimp a hoe until she broke wit more lines then chopped coke A yo it 2-0 I Eastside king wit a Barretta Wit a twist of Almoretta My **** even come out better Grab a blunt put it together What a ***** really need Run up in the club and boe a muther****** til he bleed Remmy and ice house til the lights out Or the club get closed out If it hoes out then I show out Call Tyheed get droed out There no doubt I love my life, love the light Love to write love the mic So take a drag grab a bag And match up Hennesy and bad **** believe me it catch up (Chorus)
