This is a song about "I gotcha"

Gotcha girl bobbin and weaving

And my wish is to have everything

And taking it it off

But i sit and i scoff,

I suppose i should tell you

Cause when i make this stew

I think where i went wrong.

Well, the club bout to hear this song

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

I promise i might be okay

Ahh i knw i miss pronunciation

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

I making money everywhere i go

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair