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

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

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

Every chance I get, I'm hit not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke the can a beer, shit, I might just be too high
Then I put my finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty 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, and shiver
With some out lungs and a fucked up liver

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

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

Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave.
Niggaz from 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 Hank Aaron, smoke a L, bust shells

And ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty thug
Fucked up off shots, sippin' Courvoisier watchin' hoes
Drop it like it's hot, tits and twats
Placin' big face 20's and cock, loadin' and glocks

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

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

And all this gon' catch up
And all this gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't 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' that I was dope and represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's but I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretto

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

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

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

And all drinkin' gon' catch 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

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