42 Dugg – Still Catching Cases Lyrics (feat. Fivio Foreign & Rowdy Rebel)

Huh?), them niggas is police (Uh, yeah)
[Verse 3: Rowdy Rebel]
I get money, that's all I need (I need)
I sip Henny, not lean (Nah)
I take meds, it's not codeine (Codeine)
One more Perc' and I might O-D (O-D)
No, my daddy ain't raised no ho (No hoe)
I get ho shit off my sleeve (Bah)
Pay no attentions to these hoes (Bah)
'Cause these hoes ain't payin' me, ah (Bah, bah, bah-bah-bah-bah)
Huh? Uh, we number one, we the topic (Uh, uh)
You lil' niggas is toxic and we do not listen to gossip (Uh)
Uh (Nah), I go Su Young with this chopstick (Grrt, bah)
Or Buju with this 'matic
And I'm a bad boy, movin' tactic (Uh, uh)
New Glock-9 came plastic (New Glock-9 came)
New bad bitch, fantastic (New bad bitch)
Real bougie bitch that like her ass kissed (Real bougie bitch like her)
I took eighty to Eric Da Jeweler to buss out my AP and buss out my glasses
New AP on freeze, nigga, say, "Cheese," when a nigga flashin' [Intro: 42 Dugg]
(Shoutout 808Melo)
We goin' New York on this
Go (4PF), yeah
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
I made six hunnid on Rece, y'all   could   blame the epidemic
I   spent five thousand on fleeces, came   from wearin' Akademiks
If it ain't weed, then I'm against it
I keep drums, shoutout the Pistons
Won't fall out 'bout shit, we bros
'Cause I'm the one more than D-Rose
The shit was kinda off, nigga, we on
Chrome Heart leather, hoodie by VLONE
Imagine what I made, just off my name
I ain't into saving, spend it all on the gang
Still catchin' cases, give a f*ck about fame
Cross that line, f*ck nigga gettin' painted
Damn near died, 010, 09
One fifty to the lawyer, help a nigga get back
f*ck 'em by the two, these hoes get mad
Used to wear Trues, bitches think I'm lyin'
Ain't flew commercial, everything G5
See me in person, yeah, bitch, get back
Ain't got it on me, ho still'll get smacked
Hard for me to focus, I'm from the streets
When it come to drugs, got what you need
Turntest in the city, come sign to me
Right or wrong, they ride with me
Chops and Fs, no, not with me
Hard for me to focus, I'm from the bottom
Won't f*ck shit, bitch, not no model
4 Pockets Full, me, Baby, and Rylo
Pull up on Sparks, North Memphis with Gotti
Gave bro thirty, talkin' 'bout he a driver
Kill or be killed, all he know is survival
Think she turnt, bitch f*ckin' an opp'
Don't shit slide, bitch still'll get dropped
[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign & Rowdy Rebel]
Give me that gun, that's all I need (Uh)
I see a opp, he gon' O-D (Grrt, baow)
I took a Perky, fallin' asleep (Uh)
I see mad money in my dreams
All these real niggas in my team (Uh)
Jerry, don't share no lean
This is the truth, uh (This is the truth)
I call up bitches, they come in a group (They do, baow, yeah)
I got rich and I got the juice (Look, bitch, uh)
This is a two-door coupe (Skrrt)
Watch how I move on through (Uh)
I need a new Porsche too (Skrrt, I need a new Porsche too, uh)
Yeah, they gotta watch how I'm doin' things
Got a mover with me, he be movin' things
Got a shooter with me, he be shootin' things (Brrt)
If I see a opp, my whole mood'll change (Baow)
That is old drip, you need a newer chain (That is old drip, you need a newer chain)
They throwin' shots, but they missin' (Baow)
Should take them niggas to the shootin' range (Baow)
This is way too elite (Huh), she tryna suck me out of my sleep
It cost a hundred K for these seats (Uh, skrrt)
I bulletproofed the whole Jeep (Grrt)
She want me to go deep (Uh), them niggas is police (What?)
She want me to go deep (Huh?