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Catch a Kill
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Summrs
Summrs
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deante Johnson
Deante Johnson
Lyrics
Hudson Major
Hudson Major
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deante Johnson
Deante Johnson
Mixing Engineer
Hudson Major
Hudson Major
Producer

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 Say 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 (uh) 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)
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