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

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

Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm that crazy nigga
Always got a drink and I'm steady buddah
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 bullet or no
But the from the can a beer, shit, I might just be too high
I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know a sin

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

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

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

Ey yo, I do for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, 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 Hank Aaron, then'll smoke a L, bust shells

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

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

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

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

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 Icehouse put his 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 a drag, grab a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed, me it catch up

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

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

Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E.
2-0, ATL
We are the dirty dirtiest
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