(catch em, kill em)
(catch em, kill em)
Coming with the hoodie on, hat tip low
Guns too fast, see my blade kill slow
Say i'm f*cked up but i'm truly cynical
I'm not tryna fight, i'm tryna take your f*cking life
Pull out the knife, spark up a boge
Try to run away then i pull out the pole
b*tch i'm a thief, the thief of your dreams
I leave you with the nightmares, your life that i stole
b*tch i'll die young with the nine on my side
Kill your son, think he tough
So he went out to ride for a little drive by
b*tch i snuck up on em, got shanked and he died
556 man, i call it my b*tch
223 homie, claim he know me, he's a lie
Pull out the nine, he said he's "really bout mine"
762 b*tch, i'm gonna haunt you
Hand them up, nooses tied
Acting all tough when the gun's in his face
Then he cried, claim that he pimping
But homie keep b*tching, it's like he a hoe
Put down the strap, go on cut up his throat
Homie start feeling when the blood starts spilling
I ain't with that sh*t
I'm from a place where the lights don't glow
Where it's always cold as snow
But the money don't show 'til the bullets left holes
b*tch i call up Nikko, kick in your door
Steal your straps, then we'll sell it right back
Take your money, make it stack
Pop a fo-five fo-fun in the dome. now i'm done
b*tch, i'm bound to die young (uh-huh)
Pop a fo-five fo-fun yeah, in the dome now i'm done, yeah
b*tch, i'm bound to die young, yeah
Pop a fo-five fo-fun in the dome, yeah now i'm done, yeah
b*tch, i'm bound to die young, yeah
(catch em, kill em)
(catch em, kill em)
(catch em, kill em)