"Catch A Kill" lyrics
Niggas sendin' threats through a text message and shit
Tryna send hoes to follow us and fuck on me and every one of my niggas
Thought they set a nigga up like a nigga just stupid or somethin' (Haha)
Ha, same bitch, them same fingers you used to type that shit, bitch (Fah)
Make sure (Fah, fah) they be the same fingers that squeeze that bitch when you see me (Bah)
Fah, bow
Bird business
Up in that muhfuckin' stolo with a fuckin' cutter on me, he's a no-show
Send my partner to flip your ass, to send your ass where you don't wanna go
This bitch giving me dumb throat, this bitch giving me dumb throat
Catch that bitch, we gon' dump bro
Rip on his ass and roll his bro
Pussy-ass nigga don't know me, we could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm really rich
Fuck all that lil' pussy shit and that silly shit, gon' catch a kill
And the drank came sealed, I could buy my deal (My deal)
I don't got my Glock concealed (Uh-uh), so you know it's hot in here (Hot in here)
She like how my watch appear (Appear), see it through the rear-view mirror (View mirror)
Tryna keep the snakes from 'round here ('Round here)
Most of the time, gone off pills
Most of the time, I'm under the influence
You know I talk that cheese real fluent (Yeah)
You know these racks, yeah, I'm pursuing (Yeah, huh)
This bird business, we never losin' (Bird business)
I'm with MBM murder gang (Murder gang)
And that AR came with a coolin'
Remember that bitch called me her chooser
Now that bitch callin' me zaddy
Remember used to rock Caddies, now it's S560 4MATIC
This Cartier getting old, I think it's time to go Patek
Keep me a fuckin' baddie, each got a fatty, clutchin' my plastic
Money damn near elastic, check my fashion, Louis my fabrics (My fabric, yeah)
Emilio Pucci my jacket, keep that ratchet part of my fashion (Pucci, pop, huh)
Cartier Buff glasses, too much racks start madness (Yeah)
Up in that muhfuckin' stolo with a fuckin' cutter on me, he's a no-show
Send my partner to kill his ass, to send his ass where you don't wanna go
This bitch giving me dumb throat, this bitch giving me dumb throat
Catch that boy, we gon' dump bro
Rip on his ass and roll his bro
Pussy-ass nigga don't know me, we could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm really rich
Fuck all that lil' pussy shit and that silly shit (Go do a drill)
Tryna send hoes to follow us and fuck on me and every one of my niggas
Thought they set a nigga up like a nigga just stupid or somethin' (Haha)
Ha, same bitch, them same fingers you used to type that shit, bitch (Fah)
Make sure (Fah, fah) they be the same fingers that squeeze that bitch when you see me (Bah)
Fah, bow
Bird business
Up in that muhfuckin' stolo with a fuckin' cutter on me, he's a no-show
Send my partner to flip your ass, to send your ass where you don't wanna go
This bitch giving me dumb throat, this bitch giving me dumb throat
Catch that bitch, we gon' dump bro
Rip on his ass and roll his bro
Pussy-ass nigga don't know me, we could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm really rich
Fuck all that lil' pussy shit and that silly shit, gon' catch a kill
And the drank came sealed, I could buy my deal (My deal)
I don't got my Glock concealed (Uh-uh), so you know it's hot in here (Hot in here)
She like how my watch appear (Appear), see it through the rear-view mirror (View mirror)
Tryna keep the snakes from 'round here ('Round here)
Most of the time, gone off pills
Most of the time, I'm under the influence
You know I talk that cheese real fluent (Yeah)
You know these racks, yeah, I'm pursuing (Yeah, huh)
This bird business, we never losin' (Bird business)
I'm with MBM murder gang (Murder gang)
And that AR came with a coolin'
Remember that bitch called me her chooser
Now that bitch callin' me zaddy
Remember used to rock Caddies, now it's S560 4MATIC
This Cartier getting old, I think it's time to go Patek
Keep me a fuckin' baddie, each got a fatty, clutchin' my plastic
Money damn near elastic, check my fashion, Louis my fabrics (My fabric, yeah)
Emilio Pucci my jacket, keep that ratchet part of my fashion (Pucci, pop, huh)
Cartier Buff glasses, too much racks start madness (Yeah)
Up in that muhfuckin' stolo with a fuckin' cutter on me, he's a no-show
Send my partner to kill his ass, to send his ass where you don't wanna go
This bitch giving me dumb throat, this bitch giving me dumb throat
Catch that boy, we gon' dump bro
Rip on his ass and roll his bro
Pussy-ass nigga don't know me, we could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm really rich
Fuck all that lil' pussy shit and that silly shit (Go do a drill)
Writer(s): Deante Adam Johnson, Hudson Major
