Catch It Then

[Intro: Fredo Bang]
(B-Real on the track)
VVS
Ahh
Ree-up
Big Wayne
Quick
Fredo
Gee
Nino

[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
Big money vvs’ and gisseppis brought my bread brought my motherfucking lettuce you heard me
And that choppa turn your chest into spaghetti
Ain’t no slangs act like you ain’t catch it ya heard me
If you think I’m sending shots
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then
If you think I’m sending shots
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then

[Verse 1]
I’m bout my money but I creep when it get hectic
With that choppa and that .40 that Jamaican man special
I’m out of town then imma make my man stretch him
Probably find you up in church point necked
Bb and dame that sauce lane quick
I Call em leprechaun and chucky that sharp man shit
Ain’t throwing slangs imma go and get my weapon
And leave a nigga brain up on the deck about whatever

[Verse 2]
I’m official don’t believe me then ask the referee
Red light district on top the semi ain't no testing me
Been swimming since the womb but my swag done got to dumb for that
Sneak me or diss me I’ll come and snatch fucking tongue for that
I’ll check one of you niggas
Disrespect one of you niggas
Get pissed off lets shots off and stretch one of you bitches
Been with the shits stay with the shits
You know I’m thugging
Bought a combat with a cutter smash you then smash your brother that G shit nigga

[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
Big money vvs’ and gisseppis brought my bread brought my motherfucking lettuce you heard me
And that choppa turn your chest into spaghetti you heard me
Ain’t no slangs act like you ain’t catch it ya heard me
If you think I’m sending shots
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then
If you think I’m sending shots
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then
Fuck it catch ‘em then

[Verse 3]
Left him leaking in the whip so I call that blood letters
Drank some water with my X to drug better
Caught him slipping shit he had his broad with him
Sent a blessing guess he didn’t have god with him
Grab the dick i stuff the .40 like a turkey don’t involve skinny jeans
Empty the clip the body jerking
I keep a rod send a threat I won’t reply
Pull up on you in disguise [?]

[Verse 4]
If you think I’m sending shots pussy nigga then catch it then
Catch you slipping beat yo’ pussy ass up for playing
And plus I’m spraying a 40 Glock this bitch protect me
And if I feel played then imma up this bitch don’t play with me
You a whole ball player tryna beef with me
Football tackle yo’ lil ass you ain’t even see it
I’m ‘bout the same shit you ‘bout nigga I’m fucked up
I’m throwed off ain’t got no screws I need to be tightened up

[Verse 5]
Left a nigga brains on the dash
All he saw was Glocks and cutters right before the crash
Hop out with that bitch and make sure I don’t leave no witness
I ain’t bragging but I promise when I shoot it ain’t gon’ miss it
Catch you slipping, get to ripping
Out the clipping ‘til it’s empty
Cleezy sent me on a mission
If you play then you gon’ get it
Fuck a nigga and his feelings
If we beefing he gon’ bleed
Yeah I might be from that O but I’m fucking with TBG