Letra Catch up Pasto Flocco

Catch up

When they see it (Oh)
You won't believe it (Oh)
Yeah (Pasto Flocco, yeah)

Yeah, I'm going up, nigga, I'm so hot, yeah
Backin' up the flocco, yeah, I'm sprayin' at the opps
I'm the last real nigga, yes, no more in stock
And I'm speedin' on you niggas, yeah
So you better catch up

Gettin' money, so I had to flex up
Do the dash on you niggas to the top, catch up
Yeah I'm flexin' on these niggas, flexin' like a wrestler
Butterfly doors, yeah, hop up in the Tesla
I get to the money, the cake
I break a nigga like a vase, I blast a nigga in his face
We straight at that nigga, we straight him like a brace
My niggas all coming, you know we not runnin'
The hollows, they goin' straight through his face
Why you talking that shit? My niggas, they coming
The choppa gon' spray a nigga like Mace, yeah

You don't need me, every situation you exaggerate
I need a bag today, we get the cash today
I hit a jugg today, oh, it's the facts today
.30 splash in his face, yeah
Burner on me, yeah, choppa hit him in his face
Michael Jordan, fade away
Oh-oh, you know that I'm versatile
Just give me your number, I dial
Smoke that boy like a Black and Mild
I pull up and air it out

Yeah, I'm going up, nigga, I'm so hot, yeah
Backin' up the flocco, yeah, I'm sprayin' at the opps
I'm the last real nigga, yes, no more in stock
And I'm speedin' on you niggas, yeah
So you better catch up

Gettin' money, so I had to flex up
Do the dash on you niggas to the top, catch up
Yeah I'm flexin' on these niggas, flexin' like a wrestler
Butterfly doors, yeah, hop up in the Tesla
I get to the money, the cake
I break a nigga like a vase, I blast a nigga in his face
We straight at that nigga, we straight him like a brace
My niggas all coming, you know we not runnin'
The hollows, they goin' straight through his face
Why you talking that shit? My niggas, they coming
The choppa gon' spray a nigga like Mace, yeah

Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah
His money high, hit his dad
'Preme bag, yeah, hold up the racks
Bend it over, babygirl, let me smash
[?] on my jeans and shackle the tags
I remember niggas callin' me trash
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah-yeah

Yeah, I'm going up, nigga, I'm so hot, yeah
Backin' up the flocco, yeah, I'm sprayin' at the opps
I'm the last real nigga, yes, no more in stock
And I'm speedin' on you niggas, yeah
So you better catch up

Gettin' money, so I had to flex up
Do the dash on you niggas to the top, catch up
Yeah I'm flexin' on these niggas, flexin' like a wrestler
Butterfly doors, yeah, hop up in the Tesla
I get to the money, the cake
I break a nigga like a vase, I blast a nigga in his face
We straight at that nigga, we straight him like a brace
My niggas all coming, you know we not runnin'
The hollows, they goin' straight through his face
Why you talking that shit? My niggas, they coming
The choppa gon' spray a nigga like Mace, yeah

Ayy, ah, ah, ayy, ah, ah, ayy
Ah, ah, ayy, ah, ah, ayy
Ah, ah, ayy, ah, ah, ayy
Pasto Flocco, yeah