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

And all this drinkin' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some bitches just really give a fuck
But some bitches just really give a fuck

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

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

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

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

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

Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, Ave. Homes
from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm 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

And dare ya to tell, up in the club, pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots, Courvoisier watchin' hoes
Drop it it's hot, shakin' tits and twats
big face 20's and cock, loadin' clips and glocks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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