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

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

Now, let me be Frank 'cause I'm that crazy 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 mental and and clown

Every chance I get, bitch I'm hit not by no or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer, shit, I just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know 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 blacked out lungs and a up liver

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

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

Ey yo, I do this for and whinos, steward Ave. Homes
from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, doublin' dough 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, shells

And dare ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty
Fucked up off head shots, sippin' watchin' hoes
Drop it like 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 drop G's on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga 'cause gon' catch up

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

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and
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, grab a put it together
What a nigga need, run up in the club
And blow a motherfucker til he
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 doubt I my life
Love the light, to write, love the mic
So a drag, grab a bag and match up
and bad weed, believe me it catch up

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

And all drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some 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