CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Catch a Kill
N***as sendin' threats through a text message and sh*t
Tryna send hoes to follow us and f**k on me and every one of my n***as
Thought they set a n***a up like a n***a just stupid or somethin' (Haha)
Ha, same b*t*h, them same fingers you used to type that sh*t, b*t*h (Fah)
Make sure (Fah, fah) they be the same fingers that squeeze that b*t*h when you see me (Bah)
Fah, bow
Bird business
Up in that muhf**kin' stolo with a f**kin' cutter on me, he's a no-show
Send my partner to flip your a**, to send your a** where you don't wanna go
This b*t*h giving me dumb throat, this b*t*h giving me dumb throat
Catch that b*t*h, wе gon' dump bro
Rip on his a** and roll his bro
Pu**y-a** n***a don't know me, we could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm rеally rich
F**k all that lil' pu**y sh*t and that silly sh*t, 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 b*t*h called me her chooser
Now that b*t*h 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 f**kin' 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 gla**es, too much racks start madness (Yeah)
Up in that muhf**kin' stolo with a f**kin' cutter on me, he's a no-show
Send my partner to kill his a**, to send his a** where you don't wanna go
This b*t*h giving me dumb throat, this b*t*h giving me dumb throat
Catch that boy, we gon' dump bro
Rip on his a** and roll his bro
Pu**y-a** n***a don't know me, we could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm really rich
F**k all that lil' pu**y sh*t and that silly sh*t (Go do a drill)
Tryna send hoes to follow us and f**k on me and every one of my n***as
Thought they set a n***a up like a n***a just stupid or somethin' (Haha)
Ha, same b*t*h, them same fingers you used to type that sh*t, b*t*h (Fah)
Make sure (Fah, fah) they be the same fingers that squeeze that b*t*h when you see me (Bah)
Fah, bow
Bird business
Up in that muhf**kin' stolo with a f**kin' cutter on me, he's a no-show
Send my partner to flip your a**, to send your a** where you don't wanna go
This b*t*h giving me dumb throat, this b*t*h giving me dumb throat
Catch that b*t*h, wе gon' dump bro
Rip on his a** and roll his bro
Pu**y-a** n***a don't know me, we could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm rеally rich
F**k all that lil' pu**y sh*t and that silly sh*t, 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 b*t*h called me her chooser
Now that b*t*h 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 f**kin' 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 gla**es, too much racks start madness (Yeah)
Up in that muhf**kin' stolo with a f**kin' cutter on me, he's a no-show
Send my partner to kill his a**, to send his a** where you don't wanna go
This b*t*h giving me dumb throat, this b*t*h giving me dumb throat
Catch that boy, we gon' dump bro
Rip on his a** and roll his bro
Pu**y-a** n***a don't know me, we could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm really rich
F**k all that lil' pu**y sh*t and that silly sh*t (Go do a drill)
