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letra de "catch me a nigga" - bando k3

[intro]
(brrt, brrt, boom, boom)
(cashmoneyap, brrt, brrt—atl jacob, woah, let’s go!)
uh, uh, huh—yeah, yeah, huh, slatt
catch me a n-gga today (boom boom)
catch me a n-gga today, b-tch
huh? (catch me a n-gga!)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
if i catch me a n-gga, i’m dumpin’ the clip, i ain’t doin’ no motherf-ckin’ warnin’ (grrah, boom!)
i ain’t postin’ no threats online, lil’ b-tch, i’m really out here scorcin’ (b-tch, boom!)
i keep two sticks in the car like twins, they both got a body and trauma (doo-doo, grrah)
you cl!cked up with goofies, but they some b-tches, i hang with demons and shotta’s (slatt, f-ck ‘em!)
catch me a n-gga—yeah (grrah)
catch me a n-gga—boom (boom boom!)
catch me a n-gga—b-tch
leave his ass slumped in the room (slumped, dead)
catch me a n-gga—grrah (boom!)
catch me a n-gga—yeah
sayin’ my name in a song? wе catchin’ that rapper and stretchin’ his mans

[verse 1]
i walk in walgreens, glock in my drawers, lookin’ likе i’m just buyin’ a sprite (yeah)
but i’m really tryna up pole on a b-tchboy lackin’ at the red light (boom boom!)
all them ig captions cute till we see you, then it’s fight for your life (b-tch, ah!)
you ain’t never heard yo’ gun bark loud like mines, you ain’t load it right (dumbass!)
i don’t do no tiktok dances, i stomp on a opp with nike airs (grrah, grrah)
he screamed, “please don’t shoot,” too late, them hollows already in the air (dead, b-tch!)
i don’t want no fans, i want revenge, i’m tryna put ’em in a wheelchair (skrrt!)
treat beef like gas, we pumpin’ it up, and we dumpin’ it off anywhere (boom!)
[chorus]
if i catch me a n-gga, i’m dumpin’ the clip, i ain’t doin’ no motherf-ckin’ warnin’ (boom boom!)
i ain’t postin’ no threats online, lil’ b-tch, i’m really out here scorcin’ (f-ck the ‘net, b-tch)
i keep two sticks in the car like twins, they both got a body and trauma (twins!)
you cl!cked up with goofies, but they some b-tches, i hang with demons and shotta’s (slatt)
catch me a n-gga—yeah (boom!)
catch me a n-gga—boom (boom boom!)
catch me a n-gga—grrah
leave his ass slumped in the room (sleep, b-tch!)
catch me a n-gga—grrah
catch me a n-gga—boom
we ain’t squashin’ nothin’, we stretchin’ them boys, straight toe tag in the afternoon (b-tch!)

[verse 2]
b-tch, i’m 63rd-raised, memphis-born, i keep a dirty .40 tucked (grrah, boom!)
he was typin’ tough from the couch, next day, we lit his homie up (p-ssy!)
i’m in the garage, bag full of sticks, ain’t talkin’ ‘bout hockey, dummy (sticks, b-tch!)
scope on the top, beam green and red, sh-t look like a christmas gummy (baow!)
i keep that glock in the backpack, even inside walgreens (haha, dumbass)
say he got guns, but never shoot back, f-ck he mean? that don’t mean a thing (boom boom boom)
i catch ‘em, stretch ‘em, dump his brains, now shorty on shirts and wings (rest up!)
this that drill for real, this that “ain’t no talkin’,” b-tch, we slide and swing (on gang!)

[chorus]
if i catch me a n-gga, i’m dumpin’ the clip, i ain’t doin’ no motherf-ckin’ warnin’ (boom boom!)
i ain’t postin’ no threats online, lil’ b-tch, i’m really out here scorcin’ (b-tch, yeah!)
i keep two sticks in the car like twins, they both got a body and trauma (boom boom)
you cl!cked up with goofies, but they some b-tches, i hang with demons and shotta’s (f-ck ‘em!)
catch me a n-gga—boom
catch me a n-gga—boom
catch me a n-gga—b-tch
leave his ass slumped in the room
catch me a n-gga—yeah
catch me a n-gga—boom (boom boom!)
if he still breathin’ after the first one, we spinnin’ that block by noon (grrah, grrah, grrah)

- bando k3

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