Catch Up Kur

[Verse 1]
Pussy ass rappers playing on my phone, shit
I only answer when the money call
Niggas start beef, then they want plead though
Y'all niggas got us fucked up we ain't one of y'all
We don't fear none of y'all
Fuck that, we can't wait until we running y'all
I hear a lot of niggas talking 'bout the summer's theirs
Naw fuck that, you ain't know the summer's ours?
Get your money up
The bitch that you stalking on Twitter nigga I don' fucked a month ago
Paint the city white, like fifty bitches in our van
They like "where y'all going shit we wanna go"
Honey Sherry in the section looking hella bad
Nigga we got hella swag
Spent ten grand and that was just on clothes
We just do it for the times that we never had
A year ago, niggas said I was the runner up
Now shit changed young boy running shit
Niggas always talk that money shit
You see them out and you wonder where their money went
You ain't making fucking sense
I don't really give a fuck who you run and get
You put a laser on a motherfucking Glock 40
My nigga I'll put that shit like he don't wanna miss
Nigga what