Catch Up

All this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck And all this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda Always got a drink and I'm steady smokin' buddah I do the evil that'll bend you when I get you I'ma sit you down then take it to the mental and essential and clown Every chance I get, bitch I'm hit not by no bullet or no pellet But the smoke from the can a beer, shit, I might just be too high Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin And if ya tell me stop drinkin' I'll just do it again So when I get old I'ma rock, roll, shake and shiver With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver All this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck And all this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave. Homes Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, doublin' dough 24-7 Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike felons And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron, then'll smoke a L, bust shells And dare ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty thug Fucked up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier watchin' hoes Drop it like it's hot, shakin' tits and twats Placin' big face 20's and cock, loadin' clips and glocks Knowin' we got the haters hot, the ballin' don't stop Just drop more G's on drink and drugs Live it up young nigga 'cause it's gon' catch up All this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck And all this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and wrote Somethin' that I knew was dope and represent for my kinfolk Pimp a hoe until she broke wit mo lines than chopped coke Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretto My shit even come out better, grab a blunt put it together What a nigga really need, run up in the club And blow a motherfucker til he bleed Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out Or the club get closed out, if it's hoes out I show out Call Tyheed get Dro'd out, there's no doubt I love my life Love the light, love to write, love the mic So take a drag, grab a bag and match up Hennessey and bad weed, believe me it catch up All this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck And all this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster Infamous 2-0, ATL We are the dirty south's dirtiest Disturbing the peace