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All this drinkin' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't a fuck
But some just really don't give a fuck

Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm that crazy nigga
got a drink and I'm steady smokin' buddah
I do the evil that'll you when I get you
I'ma sit you down then it to the mental and essential and clown

Every I get, bitch I'm hit not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer, shit, I just be too high
I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I it's a sin

And if ya tell me drinkin' I'll just do it again
So I get old I'ma rock, roll, shake and shiver
With some out lungs and a fucked up liver

All this drinkin' catch up
And all this gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a

And all this gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some bitches just don't give a fuck
But bitches just really don't give a fuck

Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, Ave. Homes
Niggaz G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, doublin' dough 24-7
po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4's like Aaron, then'll smoke a L, bust shells

And dare ya to tell, up in the club, pretty thug
up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier watchin' hoes
Drop it like it's hot, shakin' tits and
Placin' big face and cock, loadin' clips and glocks

we got the haters hot, the ballin' don't stop
Just more G's on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga 'cause gon' catch up

All this drinkin' gon' up
And all this gon' catch up
But niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't a fuck

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I my pen and pad and wrote
Somethin' that I knew was and represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke wit mo lines than coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's but I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretto

My shit even come out better, a blunt put it together
What a really need, run up in the club
And blow a motherfucker til he
Could it be an put his lights out

Or the get closed out, if it's hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Dro'd out, there's no doubt I love my
the light, love to write, love the mic
So a drag, grab a bag and match up
and bad weed, believe me it catch up

All drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' catch up
But some just really don't give a fuck
But niggaz just really don't give a fuck

And all drinkin' gon' catch up
And all smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just don't give a fuck

Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E.
2-0, ATL
We are the south's dirtiest
Disturbing the