Catch Hell (feat. Katie Noel)

Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
 From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah
 'Cause you can get it right (aye!)
 You can get it right
 Run up, catch hell, take this L
 You can get it right (aye!)
 Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
 From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah
 'Cause you can get it right (aye!)
 You can get it, right
 Run up, catch hell, take this L
 You can get it right (aye!)
 My throne, this is my throne
 Heavy is the crown, and this shit is so cold
 So cold like my veins, I ain't never lied
 Castin' out these demons like I'm castin' out a line
 Okay chill, calm your horses
 You get killed, like abortions
 I'm so real, make you feel
 Them bullets hit you in your torso
 How you want it? You can get it
 Split 'em like some firewood
 I'm just out here by myself
 Wish-a mothafucka would!
 Okay, hit 'em with the buckshot, no fuck shit
 Go 'head, 'cause I gots no fucks to give
 What's up, bitch? Lookin' for a lick, well shit
 I'm pissed, I don't need no pistol, hit 'em with fists
 Life's a bitch, mine's a hooker, and she's rich
 And I'm a pimp, so off that money
 Miss me with that funny shit
 Country rappers make me sick
 Half of y'all can't rap for shit
 Comin' at you like a pit
 Then I'm passin' you like Vick
 I feel bad for laughin'
 When this half-assed rappin' gonna quit?
 I ain't known for runnin'
 But just know, I came to run this shit, for real
 Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
 From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah
 'Cause you can get it right (aye!)
 You can get it right
 Run up, catch hell, take this L
 You can get it right (aye!)
 Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
 From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah
 'Cause you can get it right (aye!)
 You can get it right
 Run up, catch hell, take this L
 You can get it, right (aye!)
 Two times, hit 'em two times
 Castin' out these demons like I'm castin' out a line
 I ain't lyin', fist fightin', who hit like a girl
 In the woods spinnin' tires, paint look like a pearl
 Aye, we got we sausage, you with the crust
 Feel the hit, sit down deep in yo' gut
 One little gunshot make the barn rock, what the fuck?
 Middle finger up, cook 'em in the crockpot
 Hop out while it's runnin', what up?
 You will never see me comin', shut up
 All my critics mind, your bid'ness
 Ain't hear nothin' but some crickets
 Butter you up, like homemade biscuits
 Don't kiss ass, but damn sure kick it
 Bitches, I'm up in these trenches
 Busta lookin' like a princess
 Princess up in lifted trucks
 No DJ, but I mix it up
 No replay, so live it up
 Don't take L's, we winnin', yup
 We winnin', come get it
 You fake it, we live it
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
 From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah
 'Cause you can get it right (aye!)
 You can get it right
 Run up, catch hell, take this L
 You can get it right (aye!)
 Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
 From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah
 'Cause you can get it right (aye!)
 You can get it right
 Run up, catch hell, take this L
 You can get it right (aye!)