Song: Catfish
Artist:  Starmoney
Year: 2021
Viewed: 49 - Published at: 6 years ago

Snap Capone!
If you ain’t made an m in your Bando
Starmoney hear we go yo!
I don’t wanna hear about your Rambo
Free them free my g’s
Hella catfish on these streets
Hella catfish
Free them free my g’s
Hella catfish on these streets

Swing sticks like it’s cricket or baseball
Niggers don’t see me coming they ray Charles
Banksy with a Mac see me spray walls
Their on weight loss the belly is my main Course
Break laws, money coming like it’s rainfall
Shells got them moving like it’s dancehall
I heard my name is the music
Send a catfish back like a eunuch
I move Dark and the light squares like a chest board
Got my eyes on these guys like I check fraud
I play the game like a king and still export
Bags in the Bando like an airport
I’m ignoring the protocol
Taking this whole game apart check the overhaul
Strike 3 holes to the skull that’s a bowling bowl
Crimes going unsolved, trust me you don’t know them all
I don’t wanna hear about you Rambo
If you ain’t made an M in your Bando
I don’t wanna hear about your burner
If you ain’t caught a body man ah heard of
Free free them free my g’s
Hella catfish on these streets
Free them free my g’s
Hella catfish on these streets

With a brick like and S class
SVR Range or the Tesla
Mac and a Kevlar
More shots than a bender
Beef you surrender
My Bitch from Kenya
Budge in the blender
S capone
This niner is extra chrome
Whose brave youle be next to go
More gas than texico
This coke from Mexico
Gun spitting like krept and cone
Pyrex vision in the bando
A Mac and a Rambo
Two tek nines just to tango
Your mum gone have to light them candles
Head shot leave your face in a shambles
Pull up the AMG
This gun is an smg I’m snap
Touch me bigger sleep
This jeans cost a G
Get you wacked for a four and a piece Capone
I don’t wanna hear about you Rambo
If you ain’t made an M in your Bando
I don’t wanna hear about your burner
If you ain’t caught a body man ah heard of
Free free them free my g’s
Hella catfish on these streets
Free them free my g’s
Hella catfish on these streets

Wild shots from these niggers their students, I’m Lucas
Dense fog im unclear thats elusive
One shot hit the bullseye leave you clueless
Wash his face with the strap that’s a movement
Some say that they ride with the ooze its exclusive
Me I like the star nine for the cuteness
See me pull up on the ops, with the handy
Put my pitbulls on these niggas like Ramsay
Step in to the field we might kill him
This is hit man music we ride to these riddeMs
Trust me, You don’t want war with the kingpins
Big difference, catfish, keep their distance
Ask D how I made the Bullets penetrate a vertebrate
Ask nat how she watched the blood circulate
Violate I’m coming for the belly won't hesitate
Clip it and I’m leaving with the reddies
I don’t wanna hear about you Rambo
If you ain’t made an M in your Bando
I don’t wanna hear about your burner
If you ain’t caught a body man ah heard of
Free free them free my g’s
Hella catfish on these streets
Free them free my g’s
Hella catfish on these streets

( Starmoney )
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