Catch Him lyrics

[Intro]
Look, look, this a dipper
Hold up, hold up, this Top baby
Hold up, we be spinner's, whole 4KTrey
(Playboy on this b*tch but he ain't playing though)

[Chorus]
Gangster sh*t, gangster sh*t, don't come 'round you ain't gangster b*tch
Catch a opp, we gon' paint the b*tch, swervin' back to back, SRT
Put that pus*y on a tee (Baow, baow, baow baow)
Leave that pus*y in the street, standin' 'round 'em be a crowd

[Verse 1]
I need that sh*t that make me pop, I need that sh*t that make me wop
I need that sh*t that make me get straight out my top (Yeah)
I'm in this b*tch, she cut up, wop, don't make no sense before the bop
It's Bella Noche's for the night, I told her hold her head
If you come through once you gеt done, I beat that pus*y up (Oh, oh)
Ain't f*ckin' with your ass tonight if you been drinkin' girl (Oh, oh)
I keep that blick onside my waist and I totе knives in jail
Got music playin' and I got all these hoes up in here (Bop, bop bop)

[Bridge]
I got shorty bouncin' ass for YoungBoy (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
I got shorty throwin' that ass on my squad (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
Plenty money in this b*tch, I got the rod (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
He think he him, then we gon' send his ass to God (Oh, oh, oh)
And we gon'— Baow (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
We gon' jig all night, we gon' party all night (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
Gon' get loaded all night, gon' be drinkin' all night (It's Top, baby)
[Verse 2]
Look, she wan' pop that pus*y for me, she want me to eat her coochie
She want ride up in my Lambo, she don't want to have to roof in it
pus*y ass n*gga, all that lookin' like I just won't shoot it
Huh, huh, huh, huh pus*y boy, baow, baow
Thirty stick, I'm totin' it in the crowd, that my youngin' goin' dumb
Pistol P make you twitch, BabyJoe make sure you done
All these guns 'round this b*tch, all I know is redrum
All this money around this b*tch, I just know to buy me somethin'
We'll shoot that stick at you and your clique
n*gga, motherf*ck 'bout where you from
n*gga, I'm with six and I'm out that North, you know exactly how I come
Bullets flyin' back to back, bang bang, knock you somethin'
Make sure you hit 'em in his hat, baow baow, that's a dome

[Chorus]
Gangster sh*t, gangster sh*t, don't come 'round you ain't gangster b*tch
Catch a opp, we gon' paint the b*tch, swervin' back to back, SRT
Put that pus*y on a tee (Baow, baow, baow baow)
Leave that pus*y in the street, standin' 'round 'em be a crowd

[Outro]
I got shorty bouncin' ass for YoungBoy (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
I got shorty throwin' that ass on my squad (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
Plenty money in this b*tch, I got the rod (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
He think he him, then we gon' send his ass to God