Catch Hell - Adam Calhoun, Katie Noel

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 biscuits

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)