Catch Hell (feat. Katie Noel)

Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah 'Cause you can get it right (aye!) You can get it right Run up, catch hell, take this L You can get it right (aye!) Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah 'Cause you can get it right (aye!) You can get it, right Run up, catch hell, take this L You can get it right (aye!) My throne, this is my throne Heavy is the crown, and this shit is so cold So cold like my veins, I ain't never lied Castin' out these demons like I'm castin' out a line Okay chill, calm your horses You get killed, like abortions I'm so real, make you feel Them bullets hit you in your torso How you want it? You can get it Split 'em like some firewood I'm just out here by myself Wish-a mothafucka would! Okay, hit 'em with the buckshot, no fuck shit Go 'head, 'cause I gots no fucks to give What's up, bitch? Lookin' for a lick, well shit I'm pissed, I don't need no pistol, hit 'em with fists Life's a bitch, mine's a hooker, and she's rich And I'm a pimp, so off that money Miss me with that funny shit Country rappers make me sick Half of y'all can't rap for shit Comin' at you like a pit Then I'm passin' you like Vick I feel bad for laughin' When this half-assed rappin' gonna quit? I ain't known for runnin' But just know, I came to run this shit, for real Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah 'Cause you can get it right (aye!) You can get it right Run up, catch hell, take this L You can get it right (aye!) Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah 'Cause you can get it right (aye!) You can get it right Run up, catch hell, take this L You can get it, right (aye!) Two times, hit 'em two times Castin' out these demons like I'm castin' out a line I ain't lyin', fist fightin', who hit like a girl In the woods spinnin' tires, paint look like a pearl Aye, we got we sausage, you with the crust Feel the hit, sit down deep in yo' gut One little gunshot make the barn rock, what the fuck? Middle finger up, cook 'em in the crockpot Hop out while it's runnin', what up? You will never see me comin', shut up All my critics mind, your bid'ness Ain't hear nothin' but some crickets Butter you up, like homemade biscuits Don't kiss ass, but damn sure kick it Bitches, I'm up in these trenches Busta lookin' like a princess Princess up in lifted trucks No DJ, but I mix it up No replay, so live it up Don't take L's, we winnin', yup We winnin', come get it You fake it, we live it Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah 'Cause you can get it right (aye!) You can get it right Run up, catch hell, take this L You can get it right (aye!) Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah 'Cause you can get it right (aye!) You can get it right Run up, catch hell, take this L You can get it right (aye!)