#CatchAKill

[Intro]
(Wow)
What’s up ho? What you on?

[Verse 1]
Popped 2 pills in the rave just to make sure that shit was really real
Riding through ClayCo with them K’s
I’m tryna smoke a blunt and catch a kill
In the hills with your bae, lil shawty tryna catch a feel
Yeah, and I’m finna drop my tape, all of these hoes gon’ be head over heels
Popped 1 tab in the rain, I’m tryna see if I can still feel
Lil bitch, I’m rocking Balmain, I do what I want, give a fuck how you feel
Yeah, and my uncle be doing cocaine, I feel just like Kurt Cobain
Sometimes wanna blow my brain, so I hop on FL to heal the pain

[Verse 2]
I ain’t got no hoes, I don’t even got no motherfucking main
I don’t want no love, I don’t want your love, yeah, I just want some bands
Gotta put in that work and have a motherfucking plan (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, I’m going berserk, I’m high as fuck, don’t think I’ll land (uh, uh, uh, uh)
These not Dolce & Gabbana, these Ray-Bans (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, I said fuck that ho, she just a fan of me
This ho, she wanna fuck my team
I’m countin’ up guap, I’m countin’ up green
Put him on a shirt, make him a meme
Oh, that’s your ho? Put her in Celine
I told that ho, “Pour me some lean”
Huh, yeah, and I got Glock up in my pocket, it got beam

[Chorus]
Popped 2 pills in the rave just to make sure that shit was really real
Riding through ClayCo with them K’s
I’m tryna smoke a blunt and catch a kill
In the hills with your bae, lil shawty tryna catch a feel
Yeah, and I’m finna drop my tape, all of these hoes gon’ be head over heels
Popped 1 tab in the rain, I’m tryna see if I can still feel
Lil bitch, I’m rocking Balmain, I do what I want, give a fuck how you feel
Yeah, and my uncle be doing cocaine, I feel just like Kurt Cobain
Sometimes wanna blow my brain, so I hop on FL to heal the pain

[Verse 3]
I ain’t got no hoes, I don’t even got no motherfucking main
I don’t want no love, I don’t want your love, yeah, I just want some bands
Gotta put in that work and have a motherfucking plan (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, I’m going berserk, I’m high as fuck, don’t think I’ll land (uh, uh, uh, uh)

[Outro: Jessie Slaughter]
“This is to all you fucking haters, ok?
Guess what, I’ll pop a Glock in your mouth and make a brain slushy”