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Slave Catcher
155
Hip-Hop/Rap
Slave Catcher was released on June 11, 2025 by Roc Nation Distribution as a part of the album I SAIDDD
album cover
Release DateJune 11, 2025
LabelRoc Nation Distribution
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mg Sleepy
Mg Sleepy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Avion Smith
Avion Smith
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mg Sleepy
Mg Sleepy
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
Lasupra
Lasupra
Producer

Lyrics

I said I’ll put this belt over your ass like i’m a slave catcher
Bitch I been like that since a jit, you **** fake steppers
Big choppa hit him in his shit & leave his brain damaged
Bitch the type of pape’ that I be touching **** can’t make it
You think you fucking wit me bet you can’t stamp it
Bitch I ran a hunnid up this month. How you ain’t made seven?
I said I beat it hit the bank went to phoenix like my name Kevin
If I pull up on you on the 1st you give me pape’ the 2nd
I said bitch, I spin off in this jeep I bet you can’t catch it
I said bitch, i’m goat around this bitch I feel like Wayne Gretzky
I said bitch, your favorite color red then why you aint sexy?
I said, my **** fucking wit them slips he got the bank texting
I said I be den did this shit for lil saint & got to rain dancing
I said I be den popped em with my pocket rocket double 007
You give me 30 minutes with the bitch now the hoe naked
I leave my phone at home when I be sliding, bitch ain’t no texting
I said I’ll put this belt over your ass like I’m a slave catcher
Bitch I been like that since a jit, you **** fake steppers
Big choppa hit him in his shit & leave his brain damaged
Bitch the type of pape’ that I be touching **** can’t make it
You think you fucking wit me bet you can’t stamp it
Bitch I ran a hunnid up this month. How you ain’t made seven?
I said I beat it hit the bank went to phoenix like my name Kevin
If I pull up on you on the 1st then give me pape’ the 2nd
I said bitch, I spin off in this jeep I bet you can’t catch it
I told you I’m the goat around this bitch I feel like Wa-
Alr, bitch my cousin crossed the line & now we ain’t family
Bitch, im rapping til i’m fifty I need eight grammy’s
Bitch, you saying it’s a issue why you ain’t press it?
I said Nike techs suit , with buttas on bitch I don’ came Danny
I said, you fuck with baby bitches you a R Kelly
Two thousand pounds of cookie got the car smelling
I said. I lost my favorite year then my heart melted
Im sick as fuck that **** watched me grow & now they all jealous
I said, fuck some prada boots I need some Margielas
The type of **** buy a different blick & then we all touch it
I said, his pussy in yo heart even the dog smell it
Bitch don’t call me asking what im on cause thats the wrong question
I said I’ll put this belt over your ass like I’m a slave catcher
Bitch I been like that since a jit, you **** fake steppers
Big choppa hit him in his shit & leave his brain damaged
Bitch the type of pape’ that I be touching **** can’t make it
You think you fucking wit me bet you can’t stamp it
Bitch I ran a hunnid up this month. How you ain’t made seven?
I said I beat it hit the bank went to phoenix like my name Kevin
If I pull up on you on the 1st then give me pape’ the 2nd
Written by: Avion Smith
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