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lirik lagu catch it then – fredo bang

(b*real on the track)

[intro]
vvs
ahh
ree*up
big wayne
quick
fredo
gee
nino

[hook]
big money vvs’ and gisseppis brought my bread brought my motherf*cking lettuce you heard me
and that choppa turn your chest into spaghetti
ain’t no slangs act like you ain’t catch it ya heard me
if you think i’m sending shots
f*ck it catch ‘em then
f*ck it catch ‘em then
f*ck it catch ‘em then
if you think i’m sending shots
f*ck it catch ‘em then
f*ck it catch ‘em then
f*ck it catch ‘em then

[verse 1]
i’m bout my money but i creep when it get hectic
with that choppa and that .40 that jamaican man special
i’m out of town then imma make my man stretch him
probably find you up in church point necked
bb and dame that sauce lane quick
i call em leprechaun and chucky that sharp man sh*t
ain’t throwing slangs imma go and get my weapon
and leave a n*gga brain up on the deck about whatever
[verse 2]
i’m official don’t believe me then ask the referee
red light district on top the semi ain’t no testing me
been swimming since the womb but my swag done got to dumb for that
sneak me or diss me i’ll come and sn*tch f*cking tongue for that
i’ll check one of you n*ggas
disrespect one of you n*ggas
get p*ssed off lets shots off and stretch one of you b*tches
been with the sh*ts stay with the sh*ts
you know i’m thugging
bought a combat with a cutter smash you then smash your brother that g sh*t n*gga

[hook]
big money vvs’ and gisseppis brought my bread brought my motherf*cking lettuce you heard me
and that choppa turn your chest into spaghetti you heard me
ain’t no slangs act like you ain’t catch it ya heard me
if you think i’m sending shots
f*ck it catch ‘em then
f*ck it catch ‘em then
f*ck it catch ‘em then
if you think i’m sending shots
f*ck it catch ‘em then
f*ck it catch ‘em then
f*ck it catch ‘em then

[verse 3]
left him leaking in the whip so i call that blood letters
drank some water with my x to drug better
caught him slipping sh*t he had his broad with him
sent a blessing guess he didn’t have god with him
grab the d*ck i stuff the .40 like a turkey don’t involve skinny jeans
empty the clip the body jerking
i keep a rod send a threat i won’t reply
pull up on you in disguise [?]
[verse 4]
if you think i’m sending shots p*ssy n*gga then catch it then
catch you slipping beat yo’ p*ssy ass up for playing
and plus i’m spraying a 40 glock this b*tch protect me
and if i feel played then imma up this b*tch don’t play with me
you a whole ball player tryna beef with me
football tackle yo’ lil ass you ain’t even see it
i’m ‘bout the same sh*t you ‘bout n*gga i’m f*cked up
i’m throwed off ain’t got no screws i need to be tightened up

[verse 5]
left a n*gga brains on the dash
all he saw was glocks and cutters right before the crash
hop out with that b*tch and make sure i don’t leave no witness
i ain’t bragging but i promise when i shoot it ain’t gon’ miss it
catch you slipping, get to ripping
out the clipping ‘til it’s empty
cleezy sent me on a mission
if you play then you gon’ get it
f*ck a n*gga and his feelings
if we beefing he gon’ bleed
yeah i might be from that o but i’m f*cking with tbg

- fredo bang

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