Lyrics to Catch A Kill
Huh huh shawty she dancing making a scene
Her ass bounce trampoline
I gotta whole lotta pints of lean
I gotta whole lotta clothes Celine
I gotta whole lotta sticks and ammo
Bitch come load up the magazine
I look like a model I look like I pose
What you post on the cover of magazines
My bitch like to model she look too bad
But nah she ain't too bad for me
Me and the gang sliding and creep
I'm in a track hawk Jeep my boy in 72s McLaren
Suicide doors on the creep
My main hoe trippin yea because I don't be caring I'm too damn evil
I can't even lie you pretty baby but I don't think that I need you
Huh say the damn word yea my young nigga
Way too up
I got racks upper echelon my bad bitch too wet
Yea
I got water I got way more water than a bathtub
I just been tweaking lately huh I don't give no fucks
Tell that hoe to pull up I'm throw way more than a dub
Stripper party in the studio I don't goto clubs
Prime Italian in Miami bitch I'm eatin good
I know my legs tired so I gotta dip by the hood baby
Until she tired yea I fucked that bitch I fuck her good
I done burnt the tires I still whip I'm slidin through yo hood
I don't get tired real vamp bitch I'm up all night
I fuck big hoes real big hoes super THOTS
Money and American Deli I gotta 10 piece with some fries
She gotta a pink pussy I call my lil freak Nicki Minaj
And I'm outta space yea phantom came we some stars
When I'm in LA I fuck on every super star bitch
I smoke out a bag everyday I don't want no zip
And I'm pouring up real mud do you want a sip
Baby do you wanna sip
I just called my shoota up and he ready to catch a kill I just called my shoota up he ready to catch a kill 10, 000 on ya head you'll be dead for real
100, 000 in my hand nigga yea for real
I won't stop until I'm dead I'm goin past 100 mill
I just throw that money up and watch it fall
I just throw that money up and watch it fall
We got bitches poppin poppin poppin pussy yea dawg
We got bitches poppin poppin poppin pussy yea dawg
Nigga try to get over on me hell nah nigga try pull a move on me we bank his head dawg
I'm the top floor
Top floor
Top floor
Top floor
Top floor
Top floor boss
I got gang members on the top floor serving pit Bull of that dog
Yea my chain hanging let me show you
I got VVS's shawty
If you ain't gang gang then you ain't in
This a real nigga lit party
This a boss bitch party
Yea shawty yea let's get it started yea shawty
Ain't no keeper but it started it's a foreign
She a freak and she poppin pills and she gettin horny
Huh yea this shit gettin crazy
This bitch tryna come and trap me for a baby
I just bought my old bitch a Mercedes
I cut off the old shit now I'm goin brazy
I cut off the old shit now I'm goin brazy
I cut off the old shit now I'm goin brazy
I cut off the old shit now I'm goin brazy
I cut off the old bitch now I'm goin brazy
Her ass bounce trampoline
I gotta whole lotta pints of lean
I gotta whole lotta clothes Celine
I gotta whole lotta sticks and ammo
Bitch come load up the magazine
I look like a model I look like I pose
What you post on the cover of magazines
My bitch like to model she look too bad
But nah she ain't too bad for me
Me and the gang sliding and creep
I'm in a track hawk Jeep my boy in 72s McLaren
Suicide doors on the creep
My main hoe trippin yea because I don't be caring I'm too damn evil
I can't even lie you pretty baby but I don't think that I need you
Huh say the damn word yea my young nigga
Way too up
I got racks upper echelon my bad bitch too wet
Yea
I got water I got way more water than a bathtub
I just been tweaking lately huh I don't give no fucks
Tell that hoe to pull up I'm throw way more than a dub
Stripper party in the studio I don't goto clubs
Prime Italian in Miami bitch I'm eatin good
I know my legs tired so I gotta dip by the hood baby
Until she tired yea I fucked that bitch I fuck her good
I done burnt the tires I still whip I'm slidin through yo hood
I don't get tired real vamp bitch I'm up all night
I fuck big hoes real big hoes super THOTS
Money and American Deli I gotta 10 piece with some fries
She gotta a pink pussy I call my lil freak Nicki Minaj
And I'm outta space yea phantom came we some stars
When I'm in LA I fuck on every super star bitch
I smoke out a bag everyday I don't want no zip
And I'm pouring up real mud do you want a sip
Baby do you wanna sip
I just called my shoota up and he ready to catch a kill I just called my shoota up he ready to catch a kill 10, 000 on ya head you'll be dead for real
100, 000 in my hand nigga yea for real
I won't stop until I'm dead I'm goin past 100 mill
I just throw that money up and watch it fall
I just throw that money up and watch it fall
We got bitches poppin poppin poppin pussy yea dawg
We got bitches poppin poppin poppin pussy yea dawg
Nigga try to get over on me hell nah nigga try pull a move on me we bank his head dawg
I'm the top floor
Top floor
Top floor
Top floor
Top floor
Top floor boss
I got gang members on the top floor serving pit Bull of that dog
Yea my chain hanging let me show you
I got VVS's shawty
If you ain't gang gang then you ain't in
This a real nigga lit party
This a boss bitch party
Yea shawty yea let's get it started yea shawty
Ain't no keeper but it started it's a foreign
She a freak and she poppin pills and she gettin horny
Huh yea this shit gettin crazy
This bitch tryna come and trap me for a baby
I just bought my old bitch a Mercedes
I cut off the old shit now I'm goin brazy
I cut off the old shit now I'm goin brazy
I cut off the old shit now I'm goin brazy
I cut off the old shit now I'm goin brazy
I cut off the old bitch now I'm goin brazy
