Catch a Breeze

[Intro]

(SephGotTheWaves)

Wake up, nigga

I got a plan

Uh, uh

[Verse 1]

First nigga out my hood, I can't explain the feeling

And we came from poverty, I can't explain the feeling

And I'm tired of losin' friends, I ain't got too many livin'

Get my family out the hood, that's my only mission

And I got that drip just like Hugh Hefner, got too many bitches

I'm so tight with that money and my fingers itchin'

I love my block 'cause I got love for my mains

Jump in the car, then just go thug with my fans

The police caught me with some drugs in my hand

Heart been scarred, I ain't got love for no man

[Chorus]

Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah

Catch a breeze, I ain't got no roof on that bitch, yeah

I'ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah

Yeah, go tell my dawg I got a plan

[Verse 2]

A hundred bands on the new coupe, it came with autostart

This bitch look like a Transformer, I'm talkin' Autobot

Got a bougie bitch and she gon' fuck me for a diamond watch

How the fuck you switch up on your day one? Streets grimy, huh?

I'm presidential, I pull up in Tahoe, limo tint

If she wanna hang out with the gang, gotta suck a lil' more dick

And I'm tryna blow up a lil' more bit, I ain't shit on these niggas enough

Tryna shine where the sun don't beam like a diamond in the rough

Got niggas servin' cocaine like it's Snow on tha Bluff

I could teach you how to come up from nothin', might come through stuntin'

[Chorus]

Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah

Catch a breeze, I ain't got no roof on that bitch, yeah

I'ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah

Yeah, go tell my dawg

[Verse 3]

Put them new Forgis on that 'Vette, you know I'm known for switchin' cars

And I'm drinkin' 1942, we could shoot it out like civil war

And I told Michelle that I'm gon' stop but I might pop a seal tomorrow

Free my brother out them bars, I'm yellin' fuck the law

And I ain't stoppin' for no police, they shoot us down for no reason

Told me get my ID, now you say I'm reachin'

Where I'm from, it's killer season, call the plumber, left 'em leakin'

I can't take no shorts, you know I gotta feed my son and nieces

First nigga out my hood, I can't explain that feeling

We came from two different hoods, so I can see why you don't feel it

Got this pistol on my hip so you can see I ain't conceal it

Drop the top even when it's windy, this what I gotta do

[Chorus]

Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah

Catch a breeze, I ain't got no roof on that bitch, yeah

I'ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah

Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah

Catch a breeze, I ain't got no roof on that bitch, yeah

I'ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah

Go tell my dawg I got a plan

Go tell my dawg I got a plan

[Outro]

You know we dreamin' 'round this way, nigga (Go tell my dawg I got a plan)

Everybody got visions, nigga (I ain't got no roof on that bitch, yeah)

Drop the motherfuckin' top, ride through the city (I'ma get this money out the streets)

Think about how we could make a million

Lemme get ad-lib