Catch Hell Songtext
von Adam Calhoun

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!)