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whyg - ketchin up lyrics
[verse: j neat & why g]
paid in full so you can call me mitch
when it come to money man my finger always itch
i got that dog food you can call me vick
dope it gon’ lock just like a pit
runnin’ through these bands like a marathon
i can never trust ’em keep my glizzy on
ouu that n_gga slippin’ then the weapon drawn
drippin’ in some louboutins
i was sellin’ dope right on esplanade
when you call my phone don’t be movin’ hot
she got a big ass i just told her back it up
these n_ggas mustard ’cause they never ketchin’ up
we just got a drop, fill the clip to the maximum
only certi’ hittas on road, we no amateurs
i’m ot real far like a traveller
blue fenty on me look like avatar
or the purple lookin’ lavender
bricks from el salvador
i’ll serve your grandmother
and i’ll wrap the plug in a cocoon like caterpillar
if he don’t give me what he got, dunk on ’em like cavalier
and i shot a n_gga wit’ every type of caliber
baby girl f_ck me spectacular
thirty clip hangin’ out the glizzy look rectangular
if i up it on you don’t see doctors just examiners
and i don’t got to go to the trap house ’cause i’m the manager
these freaky b_tches eatin’ anything just like a scavenger
uh, uh
i can’t give my time to no broke b_tch
i’ve been on my grind like a ford b_tch i’m focused
we just did the dash up on 12 in a foreign
momma caught me cookin’ work i told her it was porridge
i put his ass on gofundme should’ve had life insurance
i know you ain’t never k!ll no one ’cause you don’t got no courage
yellow diamonds in my chain it look just like urine
four gen’ five, glock 27 they’re twins different versions
money keep on addin’, friends keep subtractin’
bands gettin’ bigger so i don’t gotta check the balance
she be doin’ freaky sh_t i can’t even manage
i just told her hold still like the challenge
i just shot a n_gga in his back knock him off balance
shot him from the three point line like i’m ray allen
your wifey on a diet so she gon’ eat me like salad
i think she cheatin’ on you suckin’ d_ck’s her only talent
diamonds hittin’, armani drippin’
i ain’t got the glizzy this time i got the smithen
heard he got it on the low we wrap him like it’s christmas
call my plug in cuba say the word and then he ship it
front door service i’ve done came a long distance
i don’t gotta sit inside the trap i got assistance
and this gun i got put him on the television
and i’ll walk up on ’em slam dunk him like a piston
new sticks new whip, put him on a news clip
and he want that smoke so i turned him to a new zip
i can’t never love her little b_tch i ain’t cupid
i just want your neck, ouu, ouu like an ostrich
she just want to top me
diamonds they be dancin’ like a mosh pit
keep a stick right where my c_ck is
she just back it up then she drop it
she be in the club bringin’ profit
you ain’t talkin’ racks then that’s nonsense
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