Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Catch It, artist - Tee Grizzley. Date of issue: 05.01.2017
Song language: English
Catch It |
| My place so full nigga |
| You can say that two times |
| The goal was to make 50 bands |
| I done did that a few times |
| I’m 25 four times |
| Bitch I’m 52 times |
| 2 times say he don’t shoot cribs |
| Chop sticks he don’t even suit 9's |
| 300 hundreds on me |
| She gon' see this and be lit |
| I hit the horn and keep going |
| Cause you niggas ain’t talkin' bout shit |
| I sat my whole circle down |
| Like nigga we gotta rich |
| My nigga we gotta get icy |
| We just can’t fall in love with the shit |
| After we had that talk, them niggas ain’t stop working |
| I’m in love with with Tinashe |
| I can’t wait to see to her in person |
| I can’t wait to see if she loyal |
| Can’t wait to see if she a squirter |
| For you niggas that came with the robbing |
| I got niggas that came with the murder |
| King T, I’m your highness |
| Niggas don’t wanna take it to violence |
| The same way I act out in public |
| Is the same way I act while in private |
| I can not go to the club |
| If I can’t get in with my fire |
| And 30 bottles of the finest |
| And watch the money get to flying |
| Like hol' up, catch it |
| Hol' up, catch it |
| Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, catch it |
| Like hol' up, catch it |
| Hol' up, catch it |
| Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, catch it |
| Run off with it, we gon' catch 'em |
| Pray for the opps and bless they man’s restin' |
| Caught the bag at breakfast it’s gone and still breakfast |
| Rob my man’s and gave it back, stupid we still stretched 'em |
| When I wanna talk about nothing |
| Take me a lil' break from the money |
| I’ma come holler at y’all |
| Matter fact leave me your number |
| And when I’m tired thumbin' through hunnids |
| When I’m sick of running up commas |
| I’ma come see what y’all on, I’ma let your bitch know when I’m coming |
| These niggas ain’t fucking with me |
| Nigga, that ain’t no money to me |
| Nigga, I blow all of that shit when I go it ain’t comin' with me |
| I was in St. Louis, ain’t talkin' Missouri and 2 had a hundred on me |
| That’s a lil' big homie, touch 'em until you make it to 3 |
| I was with all of the shooters, when I heard it was money on me |
| I was around the hitman when I found out it was money on me |
| Either these niggas don’t know what they doin', or they scared to go for the |
| kill |
| We know, they know what they doin' them niggas just know what it is |
| Like hol' up, catch it |
| Hol' up, catch it |
| Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, catch it |
| Like hol' up, catch it |
| Hol' up, catch it |
| Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, catch it |
| Run off with it, we gon' catch 'em |
| Pray for the opps and bless they man’s restin' |
| Caught the bag at breakfast it’s gone and still breakfast |
| Rob my man’s and gave it back, stupid we still stretched 'em |