Kur - Catch Up lyrics

[Verse 1] p**y a** rappers playing on my phone I only answer when the money call n***as start beef, then they want plead though Y'all n***as got us f**ed up we ain't one of y'all We don't fear none of y'all f** that, we can't wait until we running y'all I hear a lot of n***as talking 'bout the summer's theres Naw f** that, you ain't know the summer's ours Get your money up The b**h that you stalking on Twitter n***a I don' f**ed the monique up Paint the city white, like fifty b**hes in our van They like "where y'all going sh** we wanna go" Honey Sherry in the section looking hella bad n***a we got hella swag Spent ten grand and that was just on clothes We just do it for the child that we never had A year ago, n***a said I was the runner up Now sh** changed young boy running sh** n***as always talk that money sh** You see them out and you wonder where their money went You ain't making f**ing sense I don't really give a f** who you run and get You put a laser on a motherf**ing Glock 40 My n***a I'll put that sh** like he don't wanna miss n***a what [Verse 2] G Weezy my f**ing dawg Thats the girl that I left for her Last year I was f**ed up, I was buying clothes at the thrift store This year I'm on some new sh**, I just buy belts when I get bored n***as always on my dick, put your b**h to use that's what your b**h for Balling on these in Burberry b**hes tell me I'm the worst eerie I ain't never tripping off on hoes You let my bail catch you know catch these hoes vary I don't give a f** about no n***a Especially no broke n***a Walking around, oh n***a I don been a lot of sh** but a old n***a I run sh** just like marathons Louis on just like Ferragom I go through backdoors while y'all stand in line I don't backtrack I am ahead of time And still entry B, free Lil that's my f**ing dawg Rap n***as so f**ing fraud screaming f** 'em all Coup what up [Verse 3] Do you know how it feel to hear your mom f**ing n***as that she barely know You hear her moaning off them heavy strokes This the side that I never show This the realest sh** I ever wrote When I was young I always wanted to be an astronaut 'Cause when my mom was high she used to say she on the moon I used to cry, I used to beg her can she take me with her She say don't worry I'ma take you soon just stay in school And I'm happy that I grew up poor 'Cause if I grew up rich, there wouldn't be no core There wouldn't be no struggle, there wouldn't be no flaws I would've never have to worry 'bout if we gon' starve I remember all the times I couldn't brush my teeth I remember all the times I had scuffed up sneaks All the m**m brothers got girls So when the girls came around I act like I was m**m and I cuffed my jeans No disrespect though I'm the type to live my life with no regrets though Dealing with the fact my sister having s** though When she graduate, I hope I ain't on d**h Row It's sorry sh** that I should let go f**ing nine to five we made thousands off the Metro Off the juice, off the coke, off the XO The trap house had nothing but stoves We was in that kitchen like we chefs yo We was tryna be Esco Learn most of the game from Lil, followed his steps yo Learn most of my swag from Rein, he got me fresh though Coup he was like my right, long as my left though