Catch Hell

Tom:
Bm   G   Em   G

[Chorus 2x]
Bm               G
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
Em                        D
From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah
Bm                             G
'Cause you can get it right (Ay), you can get it right

[Próxima Parte]
Em                            D
Run up Catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy)

[Post-Chorus]
Bm          G
My throne, this is my throne
Em                           D
Heavy is the crown, and this shit is so cold
   Bm                  G
So cold like my veins, I ain't never lied
Em
N.C.
Castin' out these demons like I'm castin' out a line

[Verse 1]
     Bm                               G
Okay chill, calm your horses, you get killed like abortions
       Em                                D
I'm so real, make you fear, them bullets hit you in your torso
        Bm                                 G
How you want it? You can get it, split 'em like some firewood
Em
N.C.
I'm just out here by myself, wish-a-motha-fucka-would
      Bm                                           G
Okay, hit 'em with the buckshot, no fuck shit, Go ahead 'cause I got not fucks to give
       Em
What's up bitch? Lookin' for a lick, well shit
    D
I'm pissed, I don't need no pistol, hit 'em with
Bm                              G
Fists, Life's a bitch, mine's a hooker and she's rich
Em
N.C.
And I'm a pimp, so off that money miss me with that funny shit
N.C.
Country rappers make me sick, half of y'all can't rap for shit
N.C.
Comin' at you like a pit, then I'm passin' you like Vick
N.C.
I feel bad for laughin', when this half-assed rappin' gonna quit?
N.C.
I ain't known for runnin', but just know I came to run this shit, For real

[Chorus 2x]
[Post-Chorus]
Bm                 G
Two times, hit 'em two times
Em                                D
Castin' out these demons like I'm castin' out a line
        Bm                         G
I ain't lyin' fist fight me, hoowee like a girl
       Em                                       D
In the woods spinnin' tires, paint looks like a pearl

[Verse 2]
     Bm                                      G
Ayy, we got the sausage, you with the crust, Feel the hit sit down deep in your gut
  Em       D
N.C.
One little gunshot make the barn rock with the fart, Middle finger up, cook 'em in the crock pot
Bm                                                  G
Hop out while it's runnin', what up? You will never see me comin', shut up
Em
N.C.
All my critics mind your business, Ain't hear nothin' but some crickets
Bm                                    G
Butter you up like homemade biscuits, Don't kiss ass but damn sure kick it
Em                                       D
Bitches, I'm up in these trenches, Busta lookin' like a princess
Bm                                 G
Princess up in lifted trucks, No DJ but I mix it up
Em                                         D
No replay so live it up, Don't take L's, we winnin' yup

[Bridge]
Bm  G       Em    D
We winnin', come get it
Bm   G      Em  D
You fakin', we livin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
[Próxima Parte]
[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
Em                            D
Run up Catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy ayy ayy)