This is a song about "Gotcha"

Bun b, i’m underground king

Gotcha girl bobbin and weaving

My all gold rolly or the

I already gotcha,

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

The know, smooth as dough, gotcha checking in yo

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Gotcha crashing, no accident

If you ever feel alone and