Catch Em lyrics

[Intro: VonOff1700 & BloodHound Q50]
Alright, come on
n*gga, dumbass, alright
(Long live my brother, he probably killed your b*tch-ass brother, Ko, you made this?)
Alright, come on, alright, look (We gone)

[Verse 1: VonOff1700]
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 di*k-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 danglе
Pull up box him in, shoot his ass from an angle
If we like your chain, havе Big Opp take that (Take it)
She f*cked the whole gang, your dumb ass ate that (Your dumb ass)
When the opps clique up, I hate that
That n*gga got hit with the 10 and he ate that (f*ck)
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 b*tch like a playback

[Verse 2: Big Opp]
Uh, when I bounce out, n*ggas 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 sh*t, if you wanna link up, n*gga, get in the field
Still'll bounce out broad day with a big-ass Drac', tryna show him how this hot sh*t feel
I'm a killer for real, I don't need no pill, n*gga move too much, tell his ass be still
[Verse 3: Screwly G]
Alright, uh
Paid for the hat, still'll go on a drill (Rrah)
I don't be takin' this rap sh*t serious, I'm still in the straights tryna catch more kills (The f*ck?)
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 sh*t I did in the streets on beats, we murder for real (Shh)
Bail out the back of the V with a .223, first f*ck n*gga fall, we blitz him (Phew, phew)
n*ggas be postin' them sad-ass pics of that dead-ass b*tch, n*ggas know we killed him (The f*ck?)
I heard the opps know the V, so we switch the Jeep, finna hit the opp block in a rental (Uh-huh)
b*tch tried to suck my di*k and use her teeth, had to tell that hoe be gentle

[Verse 4: BloodHound Q50]
Uh, go
Spin a n*gga block, kill his ass broad day
We ain't shootin' out cars, you know how we play
I don't need no b*tch, I know where he stay
I don't need no aim, shoot his ass in his face
n*ggas be 12, tryna build them a case
Me and Opp in the 'Raq, spinnin' blocks in a straight
n*gga 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 f*ck out Breado and his b*tch
f*ck the 'burbs, they ain't on sh*t
Only thing they good for is makin' a diss
We dish out free smoke, we ain't never duck sh*t
Caught a n*gga at the store tryna get him a kit, b*tch
[Outro: BloodHound Q50]
Caught a n*gga at the store tryna get him a kit
Long live my brother, he probably killed your b*tch-ass brother, go