Catch Up, Pt. 3 (Death Ina Air) Lyrics – BBG Steppaa, DD Osama

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[Intro: BBG Steppaa]
Know he don’t get tired, n!gga
Brrt, brrt, baow

[Chorus: BBG Steppaa]
Uh, we love chasing this vic’, no, he don’t get tired
Keep a mask on like Michael Myers, hop out the backseat tryna hit fire
And we posted in Grafton, I’m like “Fu*k it, we out to the Spyers”
Old n!gga rapping, he need to retire
Swear that you rapping then bite like a tiger
Brrt, baow, we on his ass when we seen the post
He feel death in there getting close, bullets up a K had him hugging his throat

I could be star player off court, n!ggas catch me off-guard, I’ma blow through the coat
Better push up with ’em, better approach
We on the opps side ready to blow (Uh, listen)

[Verse 1: BBG Steppaa]
N!ggas dissing my brother, I send you to meet ’em
Send that boy on a chair with the reaper
You in this school, better tie in your sneakers
Baby Kid steady dissing, he riding the bleachers
Class a session but I’ll be the teacher
Streets getting cold so you best have your heater
Never the follower, I be the leader
N!gga said he a boss, so watch how I bleed ’em
Shoutout P5, G Mes, Lil’ Bang, my torchers, you know how I treat ’em
He from the West then we knocking his teeth in
Jump right inside ’cause she told me “Go deep in”
Crime on the d!ck, she like “When can I eat again?”
Only one for the brothers, no squeezing in
We caught a opp, he got put up on citizen

[Verse 2: DD Osama]
If I shout out the Bzz, then they hawking him down
Run into us, then we gunning you down (On bro)
Bro caught a hit, then he flew out of town
Free Boogz, that’s the n!gga that I need around (Free Boogz)

Tell him, “Pass off,” he ain’t jacking it, gun jam up, n!gga, he get to smacking it (Baow-baow)
Heartfelt brother, on bro, I ain’t passing it, a n!gga push up, word to bro, yeah, I’m whacking him
“Taking trips,” said that do it for who? (Who?)
Word to bro, they don’t do it for Nu’ (At all)
Last couple n!ggas that came to my block, that’s on my brother grave, all them n!ggas went poof (Baow-baow-baow)
N!ggas know what we did to the 2’s (What?)
Ask bro, word to bro, free Scoob
I start shaking my shoulders, RIP Mat, I’ma roll up a boulder (Baow-baow-baow)
(I’ma roll up a boulder)

[Chorus: BBG Steppaa]
Uh, we love chasing this vic’, no, he don’t get tired
Keep a mask on like Michael Myers, hop out the backseat tryna hit fire
And we posted in Grafton, I’m like “Fu*k it, we out to the Spyers”
Old n!gga rapping, he need to retire
Swear that you rapping then bite like a tiger
Brrt, baow, we on his ass when we seen the post
He feel death in there getting close, bullets up a K had him hugging his throat
I could be star player off court, n!ggas catch me off-guard I’ma blow through the coat
Better push up with ’em, better approach
We on the opps side ready to blow