This is a song about "Gotcha"

Gotcha crashing, no accident

Put the purp in the blunt

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Gotcha girl bobbin and weaving

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

I gotcha frozen in fear, only need one bullet in the chamber

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

Wouldn't try the game if i didn't think i could, gotcha career piled up like some

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I already gotcha,

Coroners comfort your mama

The know, smooth as dough, gotcha checking in yo

And i did the video for really though