All this drinkin' gon' up And all this gon' catch up But some niggaz just 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 don't give a fuck
Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm that crazy nigga Always got a drink and I'm smokin' buddah I do the evil that'll you when I get you I'ma sit you down then take it to the mental and essential and
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 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 I'll just do it again So I get old I'ma rock, roll, shake and shiver With some blacked out 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 really don't give a fuck
And all drinkin' gon' catch up And all this gon' catch up But some bitches just don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't a fuck
Ey yo, I do this for and whinos, steward Ave. Homes Niggaz from G-Ro to slangin' blo, doublin' dough 24-7 Fuck I'm blowin' dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike felons And I 4-4's like Hank Aaron, then'll smoke a L, bust shells
And ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty thug Fucked up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier hoes Drop it like it's hot, shakin' tits and Placin' big face 20's and cock, clips and glocks
Knowin' we got the haters hot, the don't stop Just drop more G's on drink and Live it up young nigga 'cause it's catch up
All this drinkin' catch up And all this smokin' gon' up But some niggaz really don't give a fuck But some niggaz just really 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 bitches just really don't give a fuck
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 come out better, grab a blunt put it together What a nigga need, run up in the club And blow a motherfucker til he Could it be an Icehouse put his out
Or the club get closed out, if it's hoes out I out Tyheed get Dro'd out, there's no doubt I love my life Love the light, to write, love the mic So a drag, grab a bag and match up Hennessey and bad weed, me it catch up
All this gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' 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 smokin' gon' catch up But some just really 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 south's dirtiest Disturbing the