AyeeTwigg, SYN Fattz, HoodRxFinest - Catch My Man Lyrics

I catch my man I'm really gon tag em
Don't go to that party we coming to bag shit
Fattz on point leave you and ya man hit
We sending that fat shit critical damage
I fuck with the leg buh I still got my standard
That nigga be leakin buh claimin he havin
I'm geekin to shoot Imma evil lil bastard
Pug on point with the stick he gon let his ass have it
Up it on camera I shoot at whoever
Time to go slide got the Glock in my sweater
Niggas be purpin just tell em whatever
He step outta bounds he should've knew better
He stepped outta bounds and got his ass tagged up
Flexin his stick he got his ass bagged up
He selling the dirt it smell like the old stuff
That nigga just talking he don't even know nun
They say look who is that nah nigga that's quise
All red tec that shit look sweet
Been getting on my grind been grinding all week
I'm punching the clock from Sunday to Monday
Fucking ya bitch from Wednesday to Thursday
My foot ona gas going fast ona one way
I'm riding with quise you know that's my twin dawg
Keep popping them percs stop poppin that fentanyl
Keep sippin fake lean get rid of the Tylenol
My brovahs gon slide I only need one call
That nigga a bitch keep tippin
Can't fuck with these niggas these niggas be jiffin
I ain't fighting no body I'm turning up missing
We walking with iron they blowing out kisses
We walking with iron I'm hitting ya biscuit
He pop fent and I pop niggas
He on live talking to bitches
I'm outside stalking my victim
Nigga got hit cuz Lil Tony pushed up
Opp nigga smoking I'm callin em jokes up
Why you outside you can't even tote bruh
My bitch tryna hit got the Glock in her tote bruh
I catch my man I'm really gon tag em
Don't go to that party we coming to bag shit
Fattz on point leave you and ya man hit
We sending that fat shit critical damage
I fuck with the leg buh I still got my standard
That nigga be leakin buh claimin he havin
I'm geekin to shoot Imma evil lil bastard
Pug on point with the stick he gon let his ass have it
Up it on camera I shoot at whoever
Time to go slide got the Glock in my sweater
Niggas be purpin just tell em whatever
He step outta bounds he should've knew better
He stepped outta bounds and got his ass tagged up
Flexin his stick he got his ass bagged up
He selling the dirt it smell like the old stuff
That nigga just talking he don't even know nun

I catch my man I'm really gon tag em
Don't go to that party we coming to bag shit
Fattz on point leave you and ya man hit
We sending that fat shit critical damage
I fuck with the leg buh I still got my standard
That nigga be leakin buh claimin he havin
I'm geekin to shoot Imma evil lil bastard
Pug on point with the stick he gon let his ass have it
Up it on camera I shoot at whoever
Time to go slide got the Glock in my sweater
Niggas be purpin just tell em whatever
He step outta bounds he should've knew better
He stepped outta bounds and got his ass tagged up
Flexin his stick he got his ass bagged up
He selling the dirt it smell like the old stuff
That nigga just talking he don't even know nun
They say look who is that nah nigga that's quise
All red tec that shit look sweet
Been getting on my grind been grinding all week
I'm punching the clock from Sunday to Monday
Fucking ya bitch from Wednesday to Thursday
My foot ona gas going fast ona one way
I'm riding with quise you know that's my twin dawg
Keep popping them percs stop poppin that fentanyl
Keep sippin fake lean get rid of the Tylenol
My brovahs gon slide I only need one call
That nigga a bitch keep tippin
Can't fuck with these niggas these niggas be jiffin
I ain't fighting no body I'm turning up missing
We walking with iron they blowing out kisses
We walking with iron I'm hitting ya biscuit
He pop fent and I pop niggas
He on live talking to bitches
I'm outside stalking my victim
Nigga got hit cuz Lil Tony pushed up
Opp nigga smoking I'm callin em jokes up
Why you outside you can't even tote bruh
My bitch tryna hit got the Glock in her tote bruh
I catch my man I'm really gon tag em
Don't go to that party we coming to bag shit
Fattz on point leave you and ya man hit
We sending that fat shit critical damage
I fuck with the leg buh I still got my standard
That nigga be leakin buh claimin he havin
I'm geekin to shoot Imma evil lil bastard
Pug on point with the stick he gon let his ass have it
Up it on camera I shoot at whoever
Time to go slide got the Glock in my sweater
Niggas be purpin just tell em whatever
He step outta bounds he should've knew better
He stepped outta bounds and got his ass tagged up
Flexin his stick he got his ass bagged up
He selling the dirt it smell like the old stuff
That nigga just talking he don't even know nun