Jody Breeze - Dippin' (Catch Me If You Can) lyrics

[Hook] Catch me if you can when I'm dipping from the cops Catch me, catch me if you can when I'm dipping from the cops Catch me, catch me if you can when I'm dipping from the cops Catch me, catch me if you can when I'm, catch me if you can when I'm Catch me if you can when I'm dipping from the cops Catch me, catch me if you can when I'm dipping from the cops Catch me, catch me if you can when I'm dipping from the cops Catch me, catch me if you can when I'm, catch me if you can when I'm [Verse 1: Jody Breeze] I'm On The Interstate In The Chevrolet In The 55 Going 78 On 285 Just pa**ed 78 With a loaded nine Smoking on some mary j b**h I'm on the grind I hustle every day Pound for pound Call me a heavyweight Round for round n***a I don't hesitate I'm doing real estate Trying to get my business straight God is going down On my license plate Cause it's going down So get out the way Time to separate The real from the fake So I'mma demonstrate What y'all imitate And that's whipping cakes Cause n***a I'm good at it I don't talk much I'm from the hood daddy See this virgin I ain't worried about the police Cause I'm a mad shot They already know me [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I'm coming around the loop I'm in the Bentley Coupe In the 35 Doing 22 Don't honk your horn Don't flash your lights Cause me and Jody pa**ing blunts like we pa** the mic I'm after nice D.A's after me b**h I'm a boss I can increase your salary Locked up in ATL For getting blunted Straight out of Fulton County To Magic City Mondays Blowing money, throwing money It's snowing money These b**hes should lay down and make a snow angel Let the b**h s** my dick Now her throat famous Long paper Short gangster Short vanquish And I can speak everything Except court language Snitches die ugly So I forbid the And tell them pigs come and get me! [Hook] [Verse 3: Jody Breeze] Four 50 four up under the hood with the Hemi in it Guarantee you're gonna hear me before you see me in it And when you see me still can't see me, my windows tinted I'm a menace, yeah I admit it, but I still got the digits Waited till I'm out of business Bend it like acrobatics Boy, better mind your business We strapped with the automatics It's about who paper stacking Not about who act the baddest Grams, I'm packing Lincolns I'm good with the mathematics I got a kilo on me I'm going to see the homies Knowing if I get caught That I'm going to see Big Coney I'm going all out Never hustle scary I'm a thoroughbred Not your ordinary Bless my hustle berries Strictly about my cash If I really need it I'mma wear a mask Couple hundred slabs In the paper bag And if we see the cops, f** it, dipping on they a** [Hook]