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

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

Now, let me be quite 'cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda
got a drink and I'm steady smokin' buddah
I do the evil that'll bend you I get you
I'ma sit you then take 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 might be too high
Then I put my middle finger up I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I it's a sin

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

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

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

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

And dare ya to tell, walk up in the club, thug
Fucked up off head shots, sippin' watchin' hoes
Drop it like hot, shakin' tits and twats
Placin' big 20's 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 nigga 'cause it's gon' catch up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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