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and

They be askin y’all to catch ‘em 

Like them satellites for NASA 

not advanced enough to track em 

Amber Alert us for why

Please Overstand 

your

build something 
I just wanna drill something 

Bronx nigga outta town in a big house 
In shit 
That ain’t dropped yet 
 Crop my kicks out 
Can’t even do

cold but i keep me a heater blow up the temperature i broke the meter the ladies they love me like I'm Justin Beiber ooo I'm so hot you just might catch

this my job lock away populous jaws surprise party in a drop top gettin top from a bottom in front of her mom now she wanna crop can’t pull back game

plan-planned to grow
c crop pops don't choose booze
Roll up in the drop top, rude dude
Gonna pop pop, you screwed
Biters going chomp chomp like chewed food
Bitch

a crop top hair to her skirt how can I let her go
This is not a chop shop no bad business face card shine like gold 
Yeah im back in that mode
Got my word

A seed just grew to a crop
Off top
I know that I'm made
For abundance
I need the vegan food
That's good
Cuz I don't be eating no pork
I'm from the hood

Either way, I chop it down, I'm stacking all this tree, yeah
Either way, you crop me out, yeah, I keep on doing me
I and me, and they, like, damn
They seen

catch cuz I'm not lookin back
Burning rubber on my track sparking up without a match
Boys are mirin like I'm cracked, girls are sitting on my lap
I never

sending blitz
And even if I'm out of town, yuh im still sending hits
Pockets full, got my pants falling off my waist
Catch a speed, all gas, no pushing

not how you pictured him (picture this)
Picture my life with no filter, okay
Catch a glimpse before you caption this
I know my past is blurry 'cause my

Turn his shootout to a crop top, got more shots than a bar
She wanna fuck because she know I'm going far
Don't ask if it's a johnny, you know this a hot

All the projects call me SpongeBob 'cause I cook up like The Krusty Krab
CA$HFLOW mobbin', catch us servin' fiends up in the meth lab
Don't accept card,

thought that shit was a flop
Knew that shit was a classic, each track was cream of the crop
I knew you had to stick to your purpose just so you can pop

and all I hear is bet on to the next like who next I never been a pick me bitch Listen I'm the shit I'm the catch that's just that it ain't no sweat naw

on the telly, V for all the world to see
You won't catch me on my knees We mountin guillotines

I say let's chop they fucking necks, how they crop our fucking

you trynna steal crops
Opp got knocked, homie don't play that
Pass me the aux, slap off your face tatts
You feel the sentiment like cough drops
I heard

rocking with me
You look just like you're flying
A UFO up in the air
Making crop circles

It keeps on feeling like the first time that we got down
It keeps

Stickers like butter, I'm cream of the crop
I'ma be puttin' a beam on my glock
I'ma be puttin' a gleam on my clock
I'ma be puttin' my team on my back
I'ma

the red dog if you catch my drift
Man even Hunter could give that line a sniff
As these words leak from my lips like a sieve
I create my art like

I ain't talkin' bout no scrimmage
All my niggas hop on feet, runnin' off of adrenaline
She wanna ride around with me but she ain't tryna catch

The Friday night come-up
I'm rocking my rebel girl shoes
While I'm swapping crop top for T-shirt in the stall of the shopping mall bathroom

If you feel like He's against you
Yeah you trippin'
(Yeah you trippin')
Take a cool sip of grace
While you go and seek His face
And you'll catch

at them
He made tracks again rapping cap again
Ride out affi bring the strap again
Broke boys nah you wont catch man with them
If I slap at them mixing man