Catch Me If You Can Freestyle - Lil Mabu

Yeah, yeah
We gon' spin on your—
We gon' take off your—
Haha
Grrah

Payday, he gonna spin on your block like a Beyblade
Mayday, yeah, 'cause he got a K with a clip, Ray J
Sixteen, I don't pop beans, but I'm still a fiend for gettin' green
And I gotta eat, so I'm finna order some guac' with some chopped cheese
Racks on me, got a light ten-pack on me
Step back, homie, red, green beam like Christmas Eve
But you ain't gettin' gifts, I swear to God I was born for this
I'ma whip a foreign, you gon' take a Lyft
Haha, I got 'em pissed, I put a Rollie all up on my wrist
People gon' change, I just wanna stay the same
I'ma make sure even when it's sunny, every day it's gonna rain
'Cause I gotta put in time, on a big grind, and I gotta stay in my lane
And I'm finna get rich, so if you need bread, feel free to take mine, sike
I said it, do you take debit or credit?
'Cause I got a big charge on a black card and I just be swiping and spending
B-bad girl hit my phone, but I'm with the bros, so I just read it, ha
And I get bands on go, wrist on froze, your cars, they rented, ha
Makin' the money like it grows on trees, hop in the Benz and it got no key
I walk in the room and their eyes on me, matte black whip, gotta stay lowkey
In a two-seater, so I can't fit three, lemme get a breath mint, please?
Snap score two milli', she don't got a SB
Ran through the whole block, yeah, she for the streets (Haha)
Believe me, you gon' see me on the TV
And I'ma be stacking racks so tall, yeah, they gon' be touching the ceiling
I'ma make it the farthest 'cause me and my brothers, we get it regardless
Little white boy from the city, but they say I'm going the hardest