Chords for Catch Hell

_ _ [Ab] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ [Cm] _ _ Oh [Ab] Lord, I ain't never gonna [Fm]
run
With no one, you're fuckin' [Cm] with the wrong one, yeah
Cause you can be the [Ab] right, [Fm] you can be the right
Catch hell, take this [Cm] L, you can be the right
Oh [Ab] Lord, I ain't never [Fm] gonna run
With no one, you're [Cm] fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah
Cause you can be the [Ab] right, [Fm] you can be the right
Catch hell, take this [Cm] L, [C] you can be the right
My throne, [Ab] this is my throne
[F] Heavy is the [Cm] crown and this shit is so cold
So cold like my veins, [Fm] I ain't never lied
Casting out these demons [G] like I'm casting out a line
Okay [Cm] chill, calm your horses, [Ab] you get killed like abortions
[F] I'm so real, make you feel them bullets [Eb] hit you [F] in your torso
How you want it, you can get it, [Ab] split em like some [Fm] firewood
I'm just out here by myself, for sure, [A] motherfucker
[Cm] Okay, hit em with a rock shot, no [Ab] fuck shit, go ahead
Cause I got [Fm] no bucks to give, what's up bitch, looking for a lick?
Well [Cm] shit, I'm pissed, I don't need no pistol, hit em with fists
Life's a bitch, [Fm] my daughter, she's rich and I'm a pimp
So up that money, miss me [Cm] with that funny shit
Country rappers make me sick, [Ab] half of y'all can't rap for shit
Coming at you like a pit, [Cm] then I'm passing you [Fm] like dick
I feel bad for laughing when this half-ass rapping gonna quit
I ain't known for running, but just [Cm] know I came to run this shit, for real
Oh [Ab] Lord, I ain't never gonna [Fm] run
With no one, you're fuckin' [Cm] with the wrong one, yeah
Cause you can be the [Ab] right, [Fm] you can be the right
When I catch hell, take this [Cm] L, you can get it right
Oh [Ab] Lord, I ain't never gonna [C] run
With no one, you're [Cm] fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah
Cause you can be [Ab] the right, [Fm] you can be the right
When I catch hell, take [Eb] this L, you can get it right
[C] Two times, [Ab] hit em two times
[F] Casting out these demons like I'm [Eb] casting out [C] a line
I ain't lying, fist fight, [Ab] who we like a girl?
In the [F] woods, spinning tires, paint looks like a [Cm] pearl
Pick up the sauce, eat with the crust, feel [Fm] the hit sit down deep in your gut
One little gunshot, make the bar rock with [Cm] the fart
Middle finger up, cook em in the crock pot
Hop out while he's running, what up?
You ain't [Fm] never seen me coming
Shut up, all my critics mind your business, [Cm] ain't here nothing but some crickets
Butter you up like homemade biscuits, [Ab] don't kiss [Fm] ass but damn sure kick it
Bitches, I'm up in these [Cm] trenches, busta looking like a princess
Princess up and lift [Ab] the truck, [Fm] no DJ but I mix it up
No replays, so live it up, [Cm] don't take else, we winning, yup
We [Ab] winning, _ come [C] get it
[Cm] You [Ab] fake [Fm] it, we [Eb] live it
[Cm] Oh [Ab] lord, I ain't never [Fm] gonna run
No one, you [Cm] fucking with the wrong one, yeah
Cause you can get it [Ab] right, [Fm] you can get it right
Hell, take this [Cm] L, you can get it right
Oh [Ab] lord, I ain't never gonna [Fm] run
No one, you fucking with [Cm] the wrong one, yeah
Cause you can get [Ab] it right, you [Fm] can get it right
Hell, take [Eb] this L, you can get it right _ _