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

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

Now, let me be Frank 'cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a and I'm steady smokin' buddah
I do the evil that'll 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 finger up when I'm by
And say hi to liquors and I know it's a sin

And if ya tell me stop I'll 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 gon' catch up
But some niggaz just don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really give a fuck

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

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

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

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

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

And all this drinkin' catch up
And all this 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
Somethin' I knew was dope and represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke wit mo lines than coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm King but I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretto

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

Or the get closed out, if it's hoes out I show out
Call get Dro'd out, there's no doubt 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, believe me it up

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

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some bitches just 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 dirty dirtiest
the peace