Catastrophe. (Radio Edit)
Yeah, what a catastrophe, you lookin' to blast for me?
Yeah
Whoa
What a catastrophe, you lookin' to blast on me?
N***as are blasphemy, n***as are ass to me
I'm movin' like Master P, n***as are mad at me
I don't give a f**k n***aa now please be mad at me
Oh what a tragedy, n***as in agony
Cryin' and s**t n***a, like Grey's Anatomy
40s and others blicks that exit rapidly
Belicheck in his prime, now peep the strategy
Whoa
N***as be trippin' I don't give a uhn
Waitin' for n***as to come and run up
I just be chillin', I'm mindin' my business
And stackin' my riches yet n***as act up
Sneakin' their disses and talkin' all tough
I peep their movements like owls in cuts
I just be laughin', applyin' my actions
And flippin' my middle finger up like yup
Whatchu gonna do to try to stop this (Nothin')
Comin' at me with all your nonsense (Relax)
Subbin' like I ain't peep comments (Funny)
N***as tryna sneak? Better solve it (P***y)
They better off pickin' out a coffin (Fuck'em)
For f***in' with a n***a that's a Godsend (Amen)
Bullet one way to your conscience (Sorry)
What a catastrophe
You lookin' to blast on me?
Speakin' that blasphemy
N***as can't master me
Whoa uhn uhn yeah yeah whoa uhn uhn
What a catastrophe
You lookin' to blast on me?
Speakin' that blasphemy
N***as can't master me
Whoa uhn uhn yeah yeah whoa uhn uhn
You n***as better chill 'cause I'm known to shoot and kill
Man I'm heavy with the skills 'cause these n***as know the drill
Josh Allen on the field, like I'm runnin' with the Bills
Man these n***as ain't for real yet they actin' like they real
'Cause they ain't sayin' nothin'
Lookin' funny in the light 'cause their light ain't bright
But mine shine bright whether darkness or light
Crosshair in my sights, now you on your final warning
Biggie in my prime, man I stay head huntin'
You niggas hustle backwards, Benjamin Button
Speakin' on my name, you'll face repercussions
No need for discussions, I'm fina get to dumpin'
Tool for construction, I'm bakin' up your muffin
I'm always up to somethin', the Black Warren Buffet
Got a full house and a n***a never bluffin'
You'll f**k around and find out my n***a, it's nothin'
What a catastrophe
You lookin' to blast on me?
Speakin' that blasphemy
N***as can't master me
Whoa uhn uhn yeah yeah whoa uhn uhn
What a catastrophe
You lookin' to blast on me?
Speakin' that blasphemy
N***as can't master me
Whoa uhn uhn yeah yeah whoa uhn uhn
Yeah
Whoa
What a catastrophe, you lookin' to blast on me?
N***as are blasphemy, n***as are ass to me
I'm movin' like Master P, n***as are mad at me
I don't give a f**k n***aa now please be mad at me
Oh what a tragedy, n***as in agony
Cryin' and s**t n***a, like Grey's Anatomy
40s and others blicks that exit rapidly
Belicheck in his prime, now peep the strategy
Whoa
N***as be trippin' I don't give a uhn
Waitin' for n***as to come and run up
I just be chillin', I'm mindin' my business
And stackin' my riches yet n***as act up
Sneakin' their disses and talkin' all tough
I peep their movements like owls in cuts
I just be laughin', applyin' my actions
And flippin' my middle finger up like yup
Whatchu gonna do to try to stop this (Nothin')
Comin' at me with all your nonsense (Relax)
Subbin' like I ain't peep comments (Funny)
N***as tryna sneak? Better solve it (P***y)
They better off pickin' out a coffin (Fuck'em)
For f***in' with a n***a that's a Godsend (Amen)
Bullet one way to your conscience (Sorry)
What a catastrophe
You lookin' to blast on me?
Speakin' that blasphemy
N***as can't master me
Whoa uhn uhn yeah yeah whoa uhn uhn
What a catastrophe
You lookin' to blast on me?
Speakin' that blasphemy
N***as can't master me
Whoa uhn uhn yeah yeah whoa uhn uhn
You n***as better chill 'cause I'm known to shoot and kill
Man I'm heavy with the skills 'cause these n***as know the drill
Josh Allen on the field, like I'm runnin' with the Bills
Man these n***as ain't for real yet they actin' like they real
'Cause they ain't sayin' nothin'
Lookin' funny in the light 'cause their light ain't bright
But mine shine bright whether darkness or light
Crosshair in my sights, now you on your final warning
Biggie in my prime, man I stay head huntin'
You niggas hustle backwards, Benjamin Button
Speakin' on my name, you'll face repercussions
No need for discussions, I'm fina get to dumpin'
Tool for construction, I'm bakin' up your muffin
I'm always up to somethin', the Black Warren Buffet
Got a full house and a n***a never bluffin'
You'll f**k around and find out my n***a, it's nothin'
What a catastrophe
You lookin' to blast on me?
Speakin' that blasphemy
N***as can't master me
Whoa uhn uhn yeah yeah whoa uhn uhn
What a catastrophe
You lookin' to blast on me?
Speakin' that blasphemy
N***as can't master me
Whoa uhn uhn yeah yeah whoa uhn uhn
Credits
Writer(s): Lenell Elliott
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