Catch Up G Herbo & Southside (Ft. Chief Keef)

[Intro]
8-8-8-8-808 Mafia

[Chorus: G Herbo, Chief Keef & Both]
Niggas bitches, yeah, I know
Pop out, scared to tote they poles
'Member 2012, we was selling blow
See 4-7, had to tuck and roll
Used to walk opp blocks, upping poles
Now we pop out, up them rolls
Foe'nem gon jump out, hollows blow
Know where I go the bummers go
To all my dead guys, I say, "Rest up"
Mama told me, "step up" (Yeah)
Know you gotta catch up (You hear me)
Feds can't even catch us (Yeah)
Get on our bad side, that's bad luck, nigga (Ayy)
I'm here, then I'm there, I'm Casper, nigga (Bang)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
And my niggas lurking, they catch you right there
That's the last spot, nigga (Skrrt)
Ride with them 30’s on our lap, I ain't using no stash box, nigga
We loading up fat Glocks
These whips, these masks hot, red dots (Baow)
All fuck niggas see red dots (Baow)
Everybody receive head shots (Baow)