"Katastrafee" lyrics
Pussy ass niggas
Fifteen hundred on a outfit
Ratted on the lick, you a mouse, bitch
I don't see my song on the charts, rigged
Bang out wit' a opp, can't tell you what I did
Hide my fye when I walk in, you can't see it
Fucked the lil' bit', I pull off her lil' wig
Never be sober, can't function without meds
Got my lil' fye too hot, put it in the fridge
Crazy handgun, I get off in the woods
Walk up on this shit, wigan, I wish you would
A flashlight and extended clip, I'ma be good
Savages and grim reapers in my hood
Backwood smokin' in a mosh pit
Lil' LAZER gettin' off in a mosh pit
Run a ho down, that's how you get ya house lit
Pushed up drippin' like a faucet
Sneak into yo' backyard, Gen in my fuckin' hand
You ain't got no black card, you can't say nigga then
These niggas ain't hard, these niggas feminine
Can't hit my fuckin' blunt, you look contaminated
Shoot my fuckin' gun, my index finger aggravated
All these fuckin' guns, I feel like a terminator
Next label try to sign me, I'ma burn the paper
Sneakin' on lil' LAZER, you's a fuckin' hater
Who the fuck cooked the beat? Give them a apron
Popped a UAV, ain't no opps in my radar
Snatch off from the V on the cops, see ya later
Dumpin' ya clip in the sky, you just wastin'
Nigga tried to run in the spot, we just chased him
Since he beggin' to hit my blunt, I just laced him
1v1 wit' a opp, you gotta face him
Hatin' in my comments, lil' bruh gon' trace you
Bitch, you keep chasin' me just like I'm Justin Beiber
Shoot off yo' head, bring it back to yo' fuckin' people (Pussy ass niggas)
Y'all have a gang function, we shoot up the meeting
And my chains clickin', this shit makin' beats
This lil' LAZER, you think I'ma pay for feats?
Puttin' in racks, I ain't even check the fuckin' receipt
If you tax, yo' shit gotta come wit' me
12 blitz, I'm cool, gon' be back out
Fifteen hundred on a outfit
Ratted on the lick, you a mouse, bitch
I don't see my song on the charts, rigged
Bang out wit' a opp, can't tell you what I did
Hide my fye when I walk in, you can't see it
Fucked the lil' bit', I pull off her lil' wig
Never be sober, can't function without meds
Got my lil' fye too hot, put it in the fridge
Crazy handgun, I get off in the woods
Walk up on this shit, wigan, I wish you would
A flashlight and extended clip, I'ma be good
Savages and grim reapers in my hood
Backwood smokin' in a mosh pit
Lil' LAZER gettin' off in a mosh pit
Fifteen hundred on a outfit
Ratted on the lick, you a mouse, bitch
I don't see my song on the charts, rigged
Bang out wit' a opp, can't tell you what I did
Hide my fye when I walk in, you can't see it
Fucked the lil' bit', I pull off her lil' wig
Never be sober, can't function without meds
Got my lil' fye too hot, put it in the fridge
Crazy handgun, I get off in the woods
Walk up on this shit, wigan, I wish you would
A flashlight and extended clip, I'ma be good
Savages and grim reapers in my hood
Backwood smokin' in a mosh pit
Lil' LAZER gettin' off in a mosh pit
Run a ho down, that's how you get ya house lit
Pushed up drippin' like a faucet
Sneak into yo' backyard, Gen in my fuckin' hand
You ain't got no black card, you can't say nigga then
These niggas ain't hard, these niggas feminine
Can't hit my fuckin' blunt, you look contaminated
Shoot my fuckin' gun, my index finger aggravated
All these fuckin' guns, I feel like a terminator
Next label try to sign me, I'ma burn the paper
Sneakin' on lil' LAZER, you's a fuckin' hater
Who the fuck cooked the beat? Give them a apron
Popped a UAV, ain't no opps in my radar
Snatch off from the V on the cops, see ya later
Dumpin' ya clip in the sky, you just wastin'
Nigga tried to run in the spot, we just chased him
Since he beggin' to hit my blunt, I just laced him
1v1 wit' a opp, you gotta face him
Hatin' in my comments, lil' bruh gon' trace you
Bitch, you keep chasin' me just like I'm Justin Beiber
Shoot off yo' head, bring it back to yo' fuckin' people (Pussy ass niggas)
Y'all have a gang function, we shoot up the meeting
And my chains clickin', this shit makin' beats
This lil' LAZER, you think I'ma pay for feats?
Puttin' in racks, I ain't even check the fuckin' receipt
If you tax, yo' shit gotta come wit' me
12 blitz, I'm cool, gon' be back out
Fifteen hundred on a outfit
Ratted on the lick, you a mouse, bitch
I don't see my song on the charts, rigged
Bang out wit' a opp, can't tell you what I did
Hide my fye when I walk in, you can't see it
Fucked the lil' bit', I pull off her lil' wig
Never be sober, can't function without meds
Got my lil' fye too hot, put it in the fridge
Crazy handgun, I get off in the woods
Walk up on this shit, wigan, I wish you would
A flashlight and extended clip, I'ma be good
Savages and grim reapers in my hood
Backwood smokin' in a mosh pit
Lil' LAZER gettin' off in a mosh pit
