CATCH A KILL #NSGK ft. 9RaqLirae Lyrics

I'm in the six with a glock on my waist

And i'm feeling like crashing

Might go to the eight

If I run in to

Shoot him in the face

How the fuck he Ain't kill me?

He know where i stay

He got shot in the mouth

You should ask how it taste

Clip full of R.I.Ps spreading like mace

Like Rae said you cant come to my state

I'ma keep taking xans I dont care if they're laced

All they wanna say is just talk 'bout my race

I'm in the opps tryna catch me a case

Twelve get behind me you know i do the race

Your bro in this blunt and you know it get face

Your brother is dead how does it feel

I'm in the six tryna catch me a kill

I don't do no sports but i be in the field

And its fuck all the fame all I want is a mill

I stay with a stick like i play NHL

Got banned off cash app give me the zelle

Niggas is slimey like motherfuckin snail

Oh he a rat grab his ass by the tail

And jay let me cook

You know ima spazz

And stop all that dissin

Yall niggas be ass

Bitch i'm in the truck

And i'm driving so fast

Yall niggas be broke

Yall ain't getting no cash

Ima chase his ass down

Make em run like the flash

Ima chase his ass down

Make a pussy run track

Yea he running and running

Got shot in his back

When I get rich i'ma fuck on a model

Niggas writing down statements call that Aristotle

I ain't leaning I'm falling i sip out the bottle

I fuck on your girl and i'm going full throttle

They making statements they writing down novels

223's eat him up like some motherfuckin' waffeles

Laws tried to search me but it was unlawful

I'm in her mouth like some motherfuckin' tonsils

They get in the room they gon' tell the whole story

The laws tryna find me like motherfuckin' dory

Had to take the drug test cause it was mandotory

Pop me a perc then i fuck on your shorty

Closed casket gang

Glock finna bang

How is you gangster but I heard you sang?

The bullets gon' rang I don't care bout the fame

Boy we is not the same

Boy I can not be tamed

Fuck on your momma then I sold her crack

If she is ugly hit her from the back

I don't give a fuck nigga i pull her tracks

All of this money in motherfuckin' stacks

Since six grade I been serving wax

Opps gon' be mad if I speak on the facts

Glock on my waist why the fuck i'ma lack

I got xans, I got coke, and you know I got glass

I'm going fast

Just like a scat

I'ma hop out

Hop out with that mac

Put a switch on a glock

Make his ass run track

Rrr rrr rrr

He got hit in his back

I'm on his ass

Just like a tat

I'm getting dis money

My pockets they fat

Ima dunk on a nigga

I ain't talking bout shaq

What the fuck is a legshot

Aim at the hat