Testo Catastrophic - Young Ross
Testo della canzone Catastrophic (Young Ross), tratta dall'album Catastrophic
Even w a gun you pussy niggas not scaring me
The whole gang on 10 wet his block up like catastrophes
No warning shots i put one in the air then it's a frisbee
I see that She can't wait to buss it open like it's Christmas Eve
Don't have no manners bout to take something I ain't saying please
Internet thugs they going digital like say cheese
Don't inhale cus the smoke from this iron make it bad to breath
Dealing w this bitch she 31 I hit on New Year's Eve
Aye Sex films w these bitches i should win a golden globe
Every time my bitch around I make the homies talk in codes
Gettin better w that drakey think I'm starting to see the growth
Aye You made it out that situation damn that was close
Got it out the mud and I ain't never did no off roading
Put 3 holes in that Nigga lucky strike let's go bowling
Dont got a injury its Ice in my ear like it's swollen
Niggas waiting for a miracle I put my plan in motion
Even w a gun you pussy niggas not scaring me
The whole gang on 10 wet his block up like catastrophes
No warning shots i put one in the air then it's a frisbee
I see that She can't wait to buss it open like it's Christmas Eve
Don't have no manners bout to take something I ain't saying please
Internet thugs they going digital like say cheese
Don't inhale cus the smoke from this iron make it bad to breath
Dealing w this bitch she 31 I hit on New Year's Eve
Never speak on shit I did I'm not with the cap
Cus I ain't fall out bout no money I go get it back
My pockets stuffed I'm thumbing bands got my hands hurting
I'm used to running from the jays cus the Feds lurkin
I'm tryna flood my neck in gold like im Mr T
I heard he real tough guy ouuu he gotta be
A saucy Nigga dripped up in some Prada sneaks
Mama did all she could was raised by the streets
Even w a gun you pussy niggas not scaring me
The whole gang on 10 wet his block up like catastrophes
No warning shots i put one in the air then it's a frisbee
I see that She can't wait to buss it open like it's Christmas Eve
Don't have no manners bout to take something I ain't saying please
Internet thugs they going digital like say cheese
Don't inhale cus the smoke from this iron make it bad to breath
Dealing w this bitch she 31 I hit on New Year's Eve
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Writer(s): Ross Stribling
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