Adam Calhoun, Katie Noel - Catch Hell lyrics
[Adam Calhoun, Katie Noel - Catch Hell lyrics]
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one
Yeah 'Cause you can get it right
(ay) , you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L
You can get it right (ay)
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one
Yeah 'Cause you can get it right
(ay) , you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L
You can get it right (ay)
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 fear
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-motha-fucka-would
Okay, hit 'em with the buckshot
No fuck shit
Go ahead 'cause I got not 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
(ay) , you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L
You can get it right (ay)
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one
Yeah 'Cause you can get it right
(ay) , you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L
You can get it right (ay)
Two tiimes, hit 'em two times
Castin' out these demons like I'm
Castin' out a line
I ain't lyin' fist fight me
Whooey like a girl
In the woods spinnin' tires
Paint looks like a pearl
Ayy, we got the sausage, you with the crust
Feel the hit sit down deep in your gut
One little gunshot make the barn
Rock with the fart
Middle finger up, cook 'em in the crock pot
Hop out while it's runnin', what up
You will never see me comin', shut up
All my critics mind your business
Ain't hear nothin' but some crickets
Butter you up like homemade biscuit's
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 fakin', we livin' 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
(ay) , you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L
You can get it right (ay)
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one
Yeah 'Cause you can get it right
(ay) , you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L
You can get it right (ay, ay, ay)
From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one
Yeah 'Cause you can get it right
(ay) , you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L
You can get it right (ay)
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one
Yeah 'Cause you can get it right
(ay) , you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L
You can get it right (ay)
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 fear
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-motha-fucka-would
Okay, hit 'em with the buckshot
No fuck shit
Go ahead 'cause I got not 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
(ay) , you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L
You can get it right (ay)
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one
Yeah 'Cause you can get it right
(ay) , you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L
You can get it right (ay)
Two tiimes, hit 'em two times
Castin' out these demons like I'm
Castin' out a line
I ain't lyin' fist fight me
Whooey like a girl
In the woods spinnin' tires
Paint looks like a pearl
Ayy, we got the sausage, you with the crust
Feel the hit sit down deep in your gut
One little gunshot make the barn
Rock with the fart
Middle finger up, cook 'em in the crock pot
Hop out while it's runnin', what up
You will never see me comin', shut up
All my critics mind your business
Ain't hear nothin' but some crickets
Butter you up like homemade biscuit's
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 fakin', we livin' 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
(ay) , you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L
You can get it right (ay)
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one
Yeah 'Cause you can get it right
(ay) , you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L
You can get it right (ay, ay, ay)