Текст песни Catch Up (Shake It) - FTL Jaii

Bro keep a Kay and it Flock
Like he from the Bronx he trying to spin
Send shots
You hear the
Boy you better step up
Bro bend blocks till the opps name rest up
Road to riches I can't let up
He got a vest we gone aim for the neck up
I done really got my check up
And the opps like mustard
Them boys better catch up

The chop make em shake
I'm getting cake
Big FTL the general Jaii
Pop out exotic no regular K
Oh he wanna play we gone send em' away
I need my space like the moon
Pop out in all white ones
But these ain't no regular shoes
I ain't no regular dude
I drop a bag and that's in a regular mood
Bro them scheming
Bro them creeping
Late night back street bro nem squeeze it
I'm from Cleveland out that basement
He gone up it Harlem shake it
Boy I need blue strips
Bro came with a stick and the mag got blue tips
He just went shopping
We taking his new kicks
He feeling guilty wear it if the shoe fit
Aye, no cap
Lost bro he can't get bro back
Up glick he ran like a 4 flat
We blitzing wherever his folks at
What they say

Bro keep a Kay and it Flock
Like he from the Bronx he trying to spin
Send shots
You hear the
Boy you better step up
Bro bend blocks till the opps name rest up
Road to riches I can't let up
He got a vest we gone aim for the neck up
I done really got my check up
And the opps like mustard
Them boys better catch up