Chords for Catch Up (feat. DD Osama)
Tempo:
77.4 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
D
Dm
Gm
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bb] [Dm] Shiesty, you know how to fuck a lot, [C] except when I'm dicky My bro
[Bb] [Gm]
[E] [A]
It's cross finger, baby
What, what, what
We talk [D] sweet through the mic as them niggas keep dancin'
Late night [Bb] creepin' through his kitchen
16 shots and I pop me a Whitney
They keep dissin' on too like they did it
Lil' Shark lucky, almost had us fitted
[D] Fendi Nissan, won't know who did it
I try to slide headshot, he missin'
Put that boy on the ground with his niggas
One die, shit, I had his pole
And the other one died because he don't hold
They keep dissin', all them niggas blow
Give him the pole, [B] guarantee he gon' flow
Like, why they [Bm] keep dissin' us, foe?
I don't know, but [Gm] I'm gon' blow
Dice the F in your head, it's the most [D] ironic
And it's sittin' in flow
And we out, try catch us a shark
And they put up his mouth and [Bb] it's gon' get dark
Guess me an R, guarantee I'm a spark
When I be out that light, I'ma [Am] leave it in park
How you a driver?
By mappin' them cars
And your bitch suckin' dick and she's [Bb] rockin' a vault
And from the back, I'm smackin' on walls
I'm gon' [Am] slurp up some dick, I'm gaggin' and all
[D] I'm out the car, make a hot nigga jog
And I stand over top when he [Bb] drop and he fall
Legs out, lil' bro hoppin' in all
Fuller's grabbin' his head from [Dm] 12-place walls
[Bb] Ay, well, B.B..G., step We ain't been through the opulent mess How many niggas gon' die on they chest? Smoke a J.B. from the set Lil' bro ride right down to V Like I said, 16 in my street Catch me in nine, I empty the clip Y'all with me, I bank those six like [Bb] And these niggas is dissin' the game Whole time, these [G] niggas is lameless Pick up a shot, watch him see his flame Cause they talk a lil' [A] night and they shock Catch me in five, watch his body flop If he finna rave, he can shout to his top on both Like, oh, oh, [D] we done Y'all caught a nigga dissin' and coppin' Like when your other [Bb] nigga tried to Smoke a lil' Nazi and burn me in dice He not smokin' on [D] Nazi's, I hit So it's 300k Hey, fuck with the G's, then [Bb] fuck with the Flockas And I'm COA King Cause the fuck he ain't made my [D] child He spit through the cell, we yellow, he got one Code 3 low, he throwin' his [Bb] knocker Are you with me? He throwin' a rocker like [D] Are you with me? Throw Are you with me? Throw And if you [Bb] back, throw And if you back, throw [D] He tossin' me through the mud cause them niggas keep dancin' Late night creepin' [Bb] through his kitchen Like 16 shots and I pop me a Whitney They keep dissin' on Twins [D] like they did it Lil' Shark lucky, almost had his fitted Fendi Nissan, won't know who did it I'm tryna slide head, shit, he missin' Put that boy in the ground with his niggas One die, shit, I had his pole And the other one died because he don't hold They keep dissin', all them niggas blow Give him the pole, guarantee he gon' fold Like, why they keep dissin' us, foe? I don't know, but I'm gon' blow It's like the F finger, they hit us The most high-riding nigga in the city, they slow [Bb] [D]
[Bb] [Dm]
[D] [Bb] [D]
It's cross finger, baby [Bb] [Gm] [D]
[Bb] [Gm]
[E] [A]
It's cross finger, baby
What, what, what
We talk [D] sweet through the mic as them niggas keep dancin'
Late night [Bb] creepin' through his kitchen
16 shots and I pop me a Whitney
They keep dissin' on too like they did it
Lil' Shark lucky, almost had us fitted
[D] Fendi Nissan, won't know who did it
I try to slide headshot, he missin'
Put that boy on the ground with his niggas
One die, shit, I had his pole
And the other one died because he don't hold
They keep dissin', all them niggas blow
Give him the pole, [B] guarantee he gon' flow
Like, why they [Bm] keep dissin' us, foe?
I don't know, but [Gm] I'm gon' blow
Dice the F in your head, it's the most [D] ironic
And it's sittin' in flow
And we out, try catch us a shark
And they put up his mouth and [Bb] it's gon' get dark
Guess me an R, guarantee I'm a spark
When I be out that light, I'ma [Am] leave it in park
How you a driver?
By mappin' them cars
And your bitch suckin' dick and she's [Bb] rockin' a vault
And from the back, I'm smackin' on walls
I'm gon' [Am] slurp up some dick, I'm gaggin' and all
[D] I'm out the car, make a hot nigga jog
And I stand over top when he [Bb] drop and he fall
Legs out, lil' bro hoppin' in all
Fuller's grabbin' his head from [Dm] 12-place walls
[Bb] Ay, well, B.B..G., step We ain't been through the opulent mess How many niggas gon' die on they chest? Smoke a J.B. from the set Lil' bro ride right down to V Like I said, 16 in my street Catch me in nine, I empty the clip Y'all with me, I bank those six like [Bb] And these niggas is dissin' the game Whole time, these [G] niggas is lameless Pick up a shot, watch him see his flame Cause they talk a lil' [A] night and they shock Catch me in five, watch his body flop If he finna rave, he can shout to his top on both Like, oh, oh, [D] we done Y'all caught a nigga dissin' and coppin' Like when your other [Bb] nigga tried to Smoke a lil' Nazi and burn me in dice He not smokin' on [D] Nazi's, I hit So it's 300k Hey, fuck with the G's, then [Bb] fuck with the Flockas And I'm COA King Cause the fuck he ain't made my [D] child He spit through the cell, we yellow, he got one Code 3 low, he throwin' his [Bb] knocker Are you with me? He throwin' a rocker like [D] Are you with me? Throw Are you with me? Throw And if you [Bb] back, throw And if you back, throw [D] He tossin' me through the mud cause them niggas keep dancin' Late night creepin' [Bb] through his kitchen Like 16 shots and I pop me a Whitney They keep dissin' on Twins [D] like they did it Lil' Shark lucky, almost had his fitted Fendi Nissan, won't know who did it I'm tryna slide head, shit, he missin' Put that boy in the ground with his niggas One die, shit, I had his pole And the other one died because he don't hold They keep dissin', all them niggas blow Give him the pole, guarantee he gon' fold Like, why they keep dissin' us, foe? I don't know, but I'm gon' blow It's like the F finger, they hit us The most high-riding nigga in the city, they slow [Bb] [D]
[Bb] [Dm]
[D] [Bb] [D]
It's cross finger, baby [Bb] [Gm] [D]
Key:
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Gm
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_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Dm] Shiesty, you know how to fuck a lot, [C] except when I'm dicky My bro
[Bb] _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ It's cross finger, baby
What, what, what
We talk [D] sweet through the mic as them niggas keep dancin'
Late night [Bb] creepin' through his kitchen
16 shots and I pop me a Whitney
They keep dissin' on too like they did it
Lil' Shark lucky, almost had us fitted
[D] Fendi Nissan, won't know who did it
I try to slide headshot, he missin'
Put that boy on the ground with his niggas
One die, shit, I had his pole
And the other one died because he don't hold
They keep dissin', all them niggas blow
Give him the pole, [B] guarantee he gon' flow
Like, why they [Bm] keep dissin' us, foe?
I don't know, but [Gm] I'm gon' blow
Dice the F in your head, it's the most [D] ironic
And it's sittin' in flow
And we out, try catch us a shark
And they put up his mouth and [Bb] it's gon' get dark
Guess me an R, guarantee I'm a spark
When I be out that light, I'ma [Am] leave it in park
How you a driver?
By mappin' them cars
And your bitch suckin' dick and she's [Bb] rockin' a vault
And from the back, I'm smackin' on walls
I'm gon' [Am] slurp up some dick, I'm gaggin' and all
[D] I'm out the car, make a hot nigga jog
And I stand over top when he [Bb] drop and he fall
Legs out, lil' bro hoppin' in all
Fuller's grabbin' his head from [Dm] 12-place walls
_ _ [Bb] Ay, _ _ _ well, B.B..G., step We ain't been through the opulent mess How many niggas gon' die on they chest? Smoke a J.B. from the set Lil' bro ride right down to V Like I said, 16 in my street Catch me in nine, I empty the clip Y'all with me, I bank those six like [Bb] And these niggas is dissin' the game Whole time, these [G] niggas is lameless Pick up a shot, watch him see his flame Cause they talk a lil' [A] night and they shock Catch me in five, watch his body flop If he finna rave, he can shout to his top on both Like, oh, oh, [D] we done Y'all caught a nigga dissin' and coppin' Like when your other [Bb] nigga tried to Smoke a lil' Nazi and burn me in dice He not smokin' on [D] Nazi's, I hit So it's 300k Hey, fuck with the G's, then [Bb] fuck with the Flockas And I'm COA King Cause the fuck he ain't made my [D] child He spit through the cell, we yellow, he got one Code 3 low, he throwin' his [Bb] knocker Are you with me? He throwin' a rocker like [D] Are you with me? Throw Are you with me? Throw And if you [Bb] back, throw And if you back, throw _ [D] He tossin' me through the mud cause them niggas keep dancin' Late night creepin' [Bb] through his kitchen Like 16 shots and I pop me a Whitney They keep dissin' on Twins [D] like they did it Lil' Shark lucky, almost had his fitted Fendi Nissan, won't know who did it I'm tryna slide head, shit, he missin' Put that boy in the ground with his niggas One die, shit, I had his pole And the other one died because he don't hold They keep dissin', all them niggas blow Give him the pole, guarantee he gon' fold Like, why they keep dissin' us, foe? I don't know, but I'm gon' blow It's like the F finger, they hit us The most high-riding nigga in the city, they slow _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [D]
It's cross finger, baby [Bb] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ It's cross finger, baby
What, what, what
We talk [D] sweet through the mic as them niggas keep dancin'
Late night [Bb] creepin' through his kitchen
16 shots and I pop me a Whitney
They keep dissin' on too like they did it
Lil' Shark lucky, almost had us fitted
[D] Fendi Nissan, won't know who did it
I try to slide headshot, he missin'
Put that boy on the ground with his niggas
One die, shit, I had his pole
And the other one died because he don't hold
They keep dissin', all them niggas blow
Give him the pole, [B] guarantee he gon' flow
Like, why they [Bm] keep dissin' us, foe?
I don't know, but [Gm] I'm gon' blow
Dice the F in your head, it's the most [D] ironic
And it's sittin' in flow
And we out, try catch us a shark
And they put up his mouth and [Bb] it's gon' get dark
Guess me an R, guarantee I'm a spark
When I be out that light, I'ma [Am] leave it in park
How you a driver?
By mappin' them cars
And your bitch suckin' dick and she's [Bb] rockin' a vault
And from the back, I'm smackin' on walls
I'm gon' [Am] slurp up some dick, I'm gaggin' and all
[D] I'm out the car, make a hot nigga jog
And I stand over top when he [Bb] drop and he fall
Legs out, lil' bro hoppin' in all
Fuller's grabbin' his head from [Dm] 12-place walls
_ _ [Bb] Ay, _ _ _ well, B.B..G., step We ain't been through the opulent mess How many niggas gon' die on they chest? Smoke a J.B. from the set Lil' bro ride right down to V Like I said, 16 in my street Catch me in nine, I empty the clip Y'all with me, I bank those six like [Bb] And these niggas is dissin' the game Whole time, these [G] niggas is lameless Pick up a shot, watch him see his flame Cause they talk a lil' [A] night and they shock Catch me in five, watch his body flop If he finna rave, he can shout to his top on both Like, oh, oh, [D] we done Y'all caught a nigga dissin' and coppin' Like when your other [Bb] nigga tried to Smoke a lil' Nazi and burn me in dice He not smokin' on [D] Nazi's, I hit So it's 300k Hey, fuck with the G's, then [Bb] fuck with the Flockas And I'm COA King Cause the fuck he ain't made my [D] child He spit through the cell, we yellow, he got one Code 3 low, he throwin' his [Bb] knocker Are you with me? He throwin' a rocker like [D] Are you with me? Throw Are you with me? Throw And if you [Bb] back, throw And if you back, throw _ [D] He tossin' me through the mud cause them niggas keep dancin' Late night creepin' [Bb] through his kitchen Like 16 shots and I pop me a Whitney They keep dissin' on Twins [D] like they did it Lil' Shark lucky, almost had his fitted Fendi Nissan, won't know who did it I'm tryna slide head, shit, he missin' Put that boy in the ground with his niggas One die, shit, I had his pole And the other one died because he don't hold They keep dissin', all them niggas blow Give him the pole, guarantee he gon' fold Like, why they keep dissin' us, foe? I don't know, but I'm gon' blow It's like the F finger, they hit us The most high-riding nigga in the city, they slow _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [D]
It's cross finger, baby [Bb] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _