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Come Catch Me
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Chapo
Yeah, Hrrtl
Rock out
Yeah, Grrtl (Yeen talm bout Glock, yeen talm bout nun)
Where the band at nigga? (Band gang, mm)
Where the band at nigga?
Tryna go catch me a nigga out lacking
Leanin in the trackhawk nigga, gotta put the jets on the casual, Ha
Yeah, Got a Draco, LMG, in this car, call it Fanum
We see the opps, died last week, we start laughin' (Ha)
Y'all niggas sweet when we call you cranberry
Them boys keep on dissin' until they get buried
I fell in love with the trap hell nah I'm not married
I got two damn Glocks on me right now why the fuck you keep starin'
I left the trap just to get a honeybun
I told these niggas, that I'm gon' run an errand
I'm in the wood, nigga we strappеd up, we got sticks like a bear
Smokеd too many woods fucked up my damn lung can't even breathe air
Ion give a fuck if that bitch say she can't stand me bae, go get a chair
Me and chapo totin' too many Glocks in this evil lair
Me and DK and lil velly, tryna catch a opp nigga we get his ass there
Shoot that boy top and that boy missin hair
She belong to the swoop, nigga why you can't share
Pull out that Glock, got war with me? Double dare
Huh, nigga put him on a white T-shirt, huh
I'm the captain of that trap, they call me Kirk
I'm gon' fuck that bitch and I'm not gon' flirt
We got bands in the trap when we selling them Yerks
Throw hella 1s just to make that hoe twerk
Gang got good gas and it's not your purp
Young nigga poppin' out, I got the fye on me Ion give a fuck if I'm on bond
Nigga playing with the mob, shoot that boy like just James Bond
Know the mob top tier, go to war, free Mason
Ion play no games, nigga he over
Made that boy run, Temple Run
Glock 23, that muh-fucker my son
He still owe me nigga Im chosen
Ride with that Carbon 15, Ion never feel lonely
Where the band at nigga?
Tryna go catch me a nigga out lacking
Leanin in the trackhawk nigga, gotta put the jets on the casual, Ha
Yeah, Got a Draco, LMG, in this car, call it Fanum
We see the opps, died last week, we start laughin' (Ha)
Y'all niggas sweet when we call you cranberry
Them boys keep on dissin' until they get buried
I fell in love with the trap hell nah I'm not married
I got two damn Glocks on me right now why the fuck you keep starin'
I left the trap just to get a honeybun
I told these niggas, that I'm gon' run an errand
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