Catch A Charge lyrics

by

Xavier Wulf


[Intro: Eddy Baker]
Yeah
Alright
(Clears throat) yeah
Little b*tch

[Chorus: Eddy Baker]
No Chevron but got gas in the car
Grams in my garage
I might catch a charge
Bustin' backwoods yeah you know we smoking large
Call me farmer john
Smell me from afar [x2]

[Verse 1: Eddy Baker]
I would do you harm
If you try to run up
I hustle when the sun down
I hustle when the sun up
I'm wrapping up a onion
Got o's like some funions
Serve you while I sun ya
b*tch I am a runna'
(Ruh Ruh Ruh Ruh)
n*ggas that's my grunna
Squad like [?] when they come to hunt ya
Smoking DJ Mustard's
Big fat blunts brah
My girls be Kama Sutra
I met her at the Hooter's
Smacking on her ass her madubla-oblemguddah
I'm touching hella cake
Eddy Baker stacking moolah
Was trapping outta state
Now we Cali living cooler
And these n*ggas wanna hate cause I stay copping new shoes brah
Healthy Boyz little b*tch
We got plugs way out in Cuba
b*tch I stay with a rent and some grams up in the cooler
I'm Rick James in this b*tch smack a n*gga
Smack a n*gga off a two blunts
Know it's baked in this b*tch but I left out with a cougar
[Chorus: Eddy Baker]
No Chevron but got gas in the car
Grams in my garage
I might catch a charge
Bustin' backwoods yeah you know we smoking large
Call me farmer john
Smell me from afar [x2]

[Verse 2: Chilly Sosa]
Moving keys, Smoking trees
Foreign b*tch from Italy
Ever since the rapping b*tches act like they just into me
Groupie b*tches after shows drinking c*m like hennesey
Lean with the sprite that's a real n*gga remedy
They asked me what I'm thinkin' green flag flag hanging
If the choppers get to bustin' have ya dancing and charadin'
Kurt Cobain up in my liquor
John Lennon in my swisher
Feeling like a f*cking Beatle how this b*tches wanna kick it
I ain't even drop a tape and all you b*tches throwing pus*y
Healthy Boyz is the mafia don't play us like we pus*y
Balling in the game these n*ggas mad cause they are rookie
Ever since the buzz these n*ggas hate they pure pus*y
I don't sneak diss or rap beef that's weak sh*t
I'd rather f*ck hoes
Smoke blunts that freak sh*t
Thumb all in her coochie cause I'm on that creep sh*t
Money over b*tches now that dolla on my pimpin'
[Chorus: Eddy Baker]
No Chevron but got gas in the car
Grams in my garage
I might catch a charge
Bustin' backwoods yeah you know we smoking large
Call me farmer john
Smell me from afar [x2]
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