Catch ‘Em

Alright, come on

Nigga, dumbass, alright

(Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother

Ko, you made this?)

Alright, come on, alright, look (We gone)

Pulled up in a straight, have Q50 chase him (Come here)

He didn't tie his shoes, he tripped and we laced him (Dumbass)

You dick-ride the opps and get caught

We gon' bake you (We killin' you)

Bounce out the V, tryna give him a facial (Come here)

My gun had jammed, boy, you better be grateful (Dumbass)

If you into it with us, boy, you better not dangle

Pull up box him in, shoot his ass from an angle

If we like your chain, have Big Opp take that (Take it)

She fucked the whole gang, your dumb ass ate that (Your dumb ass)

When the opps clique up, I hate that

That nigga got hit with the 10 and he ate that (Fuck)

Catch you a face, I'ma give you a paycheck, when you walkin' him down

Gotta aim where his face at (Rrah, rrah, rrah)

Just got his lo', he gon' die where he stay at

We killed him on camera, we watchin' that bitch like a playback

Uh, when I bounce out, niggas start runnin' and duckin'

Three round burst on the back of my Glock

I tap four times and left off a dozen

He ran, but when them shots went off and hit him

His ass started screamin' and stumblin'

Watch Big Opp when he get too quiet

'cause that mean he schemin' and he up to somethin'

Want me to rap, but I still might drill

Not like these rappers, I don't duck shit

If you wanna link up, nigga, get in the field

Still'll bounce out broad day with a big-ass Drac'

Tryna show him how this hot shit feel

I'm a killer for real, I don't need no pill

Nigga move too much, tell his ass be still

Alright, uh

Paid for the hat, still'll go on a drill (Rrah)

I don't be takin' this rap shit serious

I'm still in the straights tryna catch more kills (The fuck?)

Me and Big Opp in the V tryna go on a spree

Catch an opp and spill blood for real (you know that)

I can't talk about the shit I did in the streets on beats

We murder for real (Shh)

Bail out the back of the V with a .223

First fuck nigga fall, we blitz him (Phew, phew)

Niggas be postin' them sad-ass pics of that dead-ass bitch

Niggas know we killed him (The fuck?)

I heard the opps know the V

So we switch the Jeep, finna hit the opp block in a rental (Uh-huh)

Bitch tried to suck my dick and use her teeth

Had to tell that hoe be gentle

Uh, go

Spin a nigga block, kill his ass broad day

We ain't shootin' out cars, you know how we play

I don't need no bitch, I know where he stay

I don't need no aim, shoot his ass in his face

Niggas be 12, tryna build them a case

Me and Opp in the 'Raq spinnin' blocks in a straight

Nigga play with Screwly, get shot in his face

Uh, go

Von say he tryna go spin

Long as I got a Glock 23 with a switch and a fifty

I don't care what Gen

Yours versus mines, I bet we win

Slide got hit with a big-ass 10

Za got hit with a big-ass nick'

Smack the fuck out Breado and his bitch

Fuck the 'burbs, they ain't on shit

Only thing they good for is makin' a diss

We dish out free smoke, we ain't never duck shit

Caught a nigga at the store tryna get him a kit, bitch

Caught a nigga at the store tryna get him a kit

Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother, go