(catch em, kill em)
(catch em, kill em)

Coming with the hoodie on, hat tip low
Guns too fast, see my blade kill slow
Say i'm fucked up but i'm truly cynical
I'm not tryna fight, i'm tryna take your fucking life
Pull out the knife, spark up a boge
Try to run away then i pull out the pole
Bitch i'm a thief, the thief of your dreams
I leave you with the nightmares, your life that i stole
Bitch i'll die young with the nine on my side
Kill your son, think he tough
So he went out to ride for a little drive by
Bitch i snuck up on em, got shanked and he died
556 man, i call it my bitch
223 homie, claim he know me, he's a lie
Pull out the nine, he said he's "really bout mine"
762 bitch, i'm gonna haunt you
Hand them up, nooses tied
Acting all tough when the gun's in his face
Then he cried, claim that he pimping
But homie keep bitching, it's like he a hoe
Put down the strap, go on cut up his throat
Homie start feeling when the blood starts spilling
I ain't with that shit
I'm from a place where the lights don't glow
Where it's always cold as snow
But the money don't show 'til the bullets left holes
Bitch i call up Nikko, kick in your door
Steal your straps, then we'll sell it right back
Take your money, make it stack

Pop a fo-five fo-fun in the dome. now i'm done
Bitch, i'm bound to die young (uh-huh)
Pop a fo-five fo-fun yeah, in the dome now i'm done, yeah
Bitch, i'm bound to die young, yeah
Pop a fo-five fo-fun in the dome, yeah now i'm done, yeah
Bitch, i'm bound to die young, yeah

(catch em, kill em)
(catch em, kill em)
(catch em, kill em)