Catch Me! (Remastered)

#hypertrap #tripletflow #streetcomedy #realflex #rawdelivery #funnyaggression Vocal: High-energy male voice, mischievous and punchy, uses triplet flows and pop culture punchlines, Lyrics are dense with internal rhyme, cartoon/metaphor violence, and internet-brain references, Ad-libs, stop-start flow switches, and humor-driven bars, Production: 145 BPM bounce-trap with detuned synths, video game FX, overcompressed 808s, vocal chops, and glitch fills, Embrace chaos and precision, Think SNES boss fight meets drill carnival

V4.5

[Intro]
Yuh!
Catch me where it’s loud and I walk like I own it
Chain too heavy, shirt still folded
Huh? Look—

[Verse 1]
Catch me outside with the same old crew
Talk too slick, get a lace untied on you
Hands like Popeye, jaw like Tyson
Hit so clean, make a broke boy righteous
Stay with the cap off — raw like sushi
Walk in the spot, turn beef to a smoothie
Hunnid on the dash, still eatin’ lil' Uzi
Face too chill, but the talk get moody
Yuh!
I don’t do threats, I just show up
Turn my hoodie to a weapon if it go up
Left hand fast, right hand like hold up
Still pop off like a can of soda
No weird flex — I fight and I dress
Slide through rain in a Nike Tech
She said I talk like I’m never impressed
Told her I don’t fake what I don’t respect

[Hook]
Catch me outside / you know what it is
I don’t need posts / I don’t need bids
I don’t play games / I don’t do skits
I just drop bars / then I drop kids
Catch me outside / no lights, no talk
Catch me on foot / still beat the walk
You can bring friends / I don't get shocked
Only time I run is the sound of the Glock

[Verse 2]
All black tee, but the mind stay red
I don’t start fights — I end what’s said
Lookin’ like a joke 'til you find that dread
Now it’s no more laughs when I slide that thread
I don’t chase clout / I attract what’s mine
I don’t do fake / I cut that line
I don’t post shots / I just let time
Do the math — and you still flatlined
No handouts, I was raised by pressure
Hardhead baby, broke rules for leisure
Stayed outside 'til the block got measured
Now I got stripes in the same old leather
And I still talk fast / eat slow
Still duck cops / still ride solo
Still got pride that don’t show
Still won’t fold — that’s all you need to know

2034/7500

[Intro] Yuh! Catch me where it’s loud and I walk like I own it Chain too heavy, shirt still folded Huh? Look— [Verse 1] Catch me outside with the same old crew Talk too slick, get a lace untied on you Hands like Popeye, jaw like Tyson Hit so clean, make a broke boy righteous Stay with the cap off — raw like sushi Walk in the spot, turn beef to a smoothie Hunnid on the dash, still eatin’ lil' Uzi Face too chill, but the talk get moody Yuh! I don’t do threats, I just show up Turn my hoodie to a weapon if it go up Left hand fast, right hand like hold up Still pop off like a can of soda No weird flex — I fight and I dress Slide through rain in a Nike Tech She said I talk like I’m never impressed Told her I don’t fake what I don’t respect [Hook] Catch me outside / you know what it is I don’t need posts / I don’t need bids I don’t play games / I don’t do skits I just drop bars / then I drop kids Catch me outside / no lights, no talk Catch me on foot / still beat the walk You can bring friends / I don't get shocked Only time I run is the sound of the Glock [Verse 2] All black tee, but the mind stay red I don’t start fights — I end what’s said Lookin’ like a joke 'til you find that dread Now it’s no more laughs when I slide that thread I don’t chase clout / I attract what’s mine I don’t do fake / I cut that line I don’t post shots / I just let time Do the math — and you still flatlined No handouts, I was raised by pressure Hardhead baby, broke rules for leisure Stayed outside 'til the block got measured Now I got stripes in the same old leather And I still talk fast / eat slow Still duck cops / still ride solo Still got pride that don’t show Still won’t fold — that’s all you need to know [Hook] Catch me outside / you know what it is I don’t need posts / I don’t need bids I don’t play games / I don’t do skits I just drop bars / then I drop kids Catch me outside / no lights, no talk Catch me on foot / still beat the walk You can bring friends / I don't get shocked Only time I run is the sound of the Glock

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