[Intro]
Bilbo

[Chorus]
Catch him, ayy, fetch him
Do not contest him, eat twenty shots, but he do not digest 'em
We go to court, but we do not confess him

[Verse 1]
Bitch, you not impressive, you know you fucked up when you dropped the weapon
Shot his intestines, he died with the medics
Think this shit is sweet?
N***a, you not in Heaven yet
An AP-9, a better TEC
Slide on that boy like Tech 'n Deck
Wet his neck, he hit the deck, I hit the 'Wood and then forget
And then I jet, not in a jet, but maybe Jag or in a 'Vette
I been a vet', if he an animal, I need to introspect
Got a beam on a bitch like Star Wars
Walk with that dog like a nina on all fours
Catch him in traffic and open his car door, that'll make a fuck n***a scream like Scarlxrd (Bitch)
Slidin' like parkour, we can get up like a wall jump, my n***as all dump
And my n***as all dumb, it ain't just artists with me, but somebody gon' draw some
Four nickel on me like 20 cents
Give a n***a 50 like "Many Men"
Big ass drum that Cannon, Nick
Light a n***a up like cannabis
Hit a n***a up, him and his crib
Bear arms, but we don't hand him shit
Leave that boy stiff like mannequin
Cut off his tongue yo' man a lick
I like the red beam, but the green farther
When my shit 'finna blow, I don't mean harbor
He bigger so he think he harder
'Til I pull out a cutter like King Arthur
All bald heads in the clip, Steve Harvey
Dead presidents on me, no Jim Carter
Fuck the law kick that dog-like, I like garter
Pull up shootin' shit like white water
Let a n***a try me like I'm white collar
And the police gon' ID you like collar
I'ma come to yo' crib with the shit draw quick
Triple six kill yo' bitch like the night stalker
Ricky round, talkin' crazy on the net, we Ricky him
Clip-blicky him, ain't got his ass shot yet, we gon' Iggy him
[Chorus]
Catch him, fetch him
Do not contest him, eat twenty shots, but he do not digest 'em
We go to court, but we do not confess him

[Verse 2]
Ayy, catch him, like Beckham
Walkin' around with that dog tryna fetch him
N***as out here throwing salt like Epsom
Two FN's and they both 'finna F him
N***a it ain't no love in these streets
Better check him
Latex gloves on me, finna stretch him
I got two triggers, a right and a left one
Wonder what happen to you when I press 'em
He gone, n***a we left him
Hit like a bong, got smoked in a bedroom
Fuckin' with me and end up in a red room
He not in Heaven yet, he'll be dead soon

[Outro]
Bilbo