[Intro]
(The man back at it)
[Chorus]
Yeah, you can't catch me in no Slauson
I got too much money, now they say they gotta off 'em
We got guns inside the Coupe, you know we had to toss 'em
Don't reach for my chain, cuz we gon' have to do you awful
[Post-Chorus]
Long nights starving, we ain't have no money to eat
I work hard for everything I got, swear this life ain't cheap
I sit down, I pray to god, I hope I make it out the city
Life of the Ghetto, nobody a hero
[Verse 1]
I got some family I don't fuck with
If I see 'em, then I'm bussin'
They try to copy us, they sippin' Robitussin
Paranoid, I'm always clutchin', limbo tent, I can't see nothin'
Since 14, we was thuggin', from group hoes and hustlin'
I ain't fuckin' with my momma husband, they said I wouldn't bе nothin'
Now they over therе, they strugglin', they can't ask me for nothin'
And I don't feel bad, I got racks, I'm still sad
I don't know my real dad, my momma claim she don't know
Brand new coupe, it ain't no no
All those diamonds got them stoked
I done got my money up, they can't take me as a joke
AP cost a Benz, we was stranded for 2 days
I said, stay on the Flight, cuz her birthday on Tuesday
No dead homies, we don't lack, this reminds me of the past
I was running around with straps, Granny, she was on my ass
Spend the block, we double back
I can't listen to his raps, everything he said is cap
I done finally got a bag
Cuban Link diamond chains, fast cars, switchin' lanes
Dior, Amiri, and Balmain, add it up, my drip insane
Bad bitch, don't know her name
I got rich before the fame
Me and you are not the same, so don't try to compare
Winners don't compete, I got racks, I can't believe it
I'ma start like Justin Bieber, the change gon' make me go anemic
Wonder why I never see 'em, if we beef, don't wanna be 'em, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, you can't catch me in no Slauson
I got too much money, now they say they gotta off 'em
We got guns inside the Coupe, you know we had to toss 'em
Don't reach for my chain, cuz we gon' have to do you awful
[Verse 2: Jooba Loc]
I'm getting tired of this Instagram Beef shit
How y'all putting keyboards in this streets shit?
Guns in yo' videos, you think you Chief Keef, bitch
Haha, you is not Chief Keef, bitch
I am him, you is not who you say
Keep me out your mouth, Jooba Loc is not toothpaste
I was fighting cases, armed robbery in two states
A lot of you got hidden agendas, niggas too fake
Better pick a side, because if you with them, you gon' die
If we do them in the county jail, I'll squabble for the five
I got rammed by 3 guys, still eating hot fries
Bust on them lips and black eyes, still eating hot fries
Niggas thirsty for some clout, hope it's worth telling lies
Kill 'em on live, you gettin' famous when you die
If I ever write a statement, I shouldn't even be alive
How y'all hangin' around a nigga who got shot and ditched live?
[Chorus]
Yeah, you can't catch me in no Slauson
I got too much money, now they say they gotta off 'em
We got guns inside the Coupe, you know we had to toss 'em
Don't reach for my chain, cuz we gon' to do you awful
(The man back at it)
[Chorus]
Yeah, you can't catch me in no Slauson
I got too much money, now they say they gotta off 'em
We got guns inside the Coupe, you know we had to toss 'em
Don't reach for my chain, cuz we gon' have to do you awful
[Post-Chorus]
Long nights starving, we ain't have no money to eat
I work hard for everything I got, swear this life ain't cheap
I sit down, I pray to god, I hope I make it out the city
Life of the Ghetto, nobody a hero
[Verse 1]
I got some family I don't fuck with
If I see 'em, then I'm bussin'
They try to copy us, they sippin' Robitussin
Paranoid, I'm always clutchin', limbo tent, I can't see nothin'
Since 14, we was thuggin', from group hoes and hustlin'
I ain't fuckin' with my momma husband, they said I wouldn't bе nothin'
Now they over therе, they strugglin', they can't ask me for nothin'
And I don't feel bad, I got racks, I'm still sad
I don't know my real dad, my momma claim she don't know
Brand new coupe, it ain't no no
All those diamonds got them stoked
I done got my money up, they can't take me as a joke
AP cost a Benz, we was stranded for 2 days
I said, stay on the Flight, cuz her birthday on Tuesday
No dead homies, we don't lack, this reminds me of the past
I was running around with straps, Granny, she was on my ass
Spend the block, we double back
I can't listen to his raps, everything he said is cap
I done finally got a bag
Cuban Link diamond chains, fast cars, switchin' lanes
Dior, Amiri, and Balmain, add it up, my drip insane
Bad bitch, don't know her name
I got rich before the fame
Me and you are not the same, so don't try to compare
Winners don't compete, I got racks, I can't believe it
I'ma start like Justin Bieber, the change gon' make me go anemic
Wonder why I never see 'em, if we beef, don't wanna be 'em, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, you can't catch me in no Slauson
I got too much money, now they say they gotta off 'em
We got guns inside the Coupe, you know we had to toss 'em
Don't reach for my chain, cuz we gon' have to do you awful
[Verse 2: Jooba Loc]
I'm getting tired of this Instagram Beef shit
How y'all putting keyboards in this streets shit?
Guns in yo' videos, you think you Chief Keef, bitch
Haha, you is not Chief Keef, bitch
I am him, you is not who you say
Keep me out your mouth, Jooba Loc is not toothpaste
I was fighting cases, armed robbery in two states
A lot of you got hidden agendas, niggas too fake
Better pick a side, because if you with them, you gon' die
If we do them in the county jail, I'll squabble for the five
I got rammed by 3 guys, still eating hot fries
Bust on them lips and black eyes, still eating hot fries
Niggas thirsty for some clout, hope it's worth telling lies
Kill 'em on live, you gettin' famous when you die
If I ever write a statement, I shouldn't even be alive
How y'all hangin' around a nigga who got shot and ditched live?
[Chorus]
Yeah, you can't catch me in no Slauson
I got too much money, now they say they gotta off 'em
We got guns inside the Coupe, you know we had to toss 'em
Don't reach for my chain, cuz we gon' to do you awful
( GBO Gaston )
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