Video Catchin Colds de Al B 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Al B - Catchin Colds Lyrics

(Intro)

Got 30s & 40s & 50s don’t test me
I’m uppin’ that Glock and he screamin’ don’t wet me (x4)

(Hook)

I’m sippin’ on lean and it’s Act
Thrash ya lil bitch from the back
My outfit it cost me a stack
It’s gold on my wrist and my hands

The pot done got stiff it’s so cold
Whippin the grits on the stove
This ice on my wrist and it’s froze
Got a nigga catchin colds (x2)

(Verse)

Run in yo trap w them thookas
Got hollow tips in em
Bullets long and they gon rip through ya
My niggas shoot clips like a movie
Heard ya bitch wanna do me
I'm young and i’m groovy
I sat on the couch and she blew me
She suckin that dick like a smoothie
Now she be my groupie
Why these niggas wanna talk to me
Tell these niggas ion talk for free
Tell these niggas that they talk is cheap
And when they start talkin bout all these bitch niggas please tell these niggas stop involving me yea bitch stop involving me you broke you a joke ya girl she a hoe
She a silly lil hoe she turl on that dick like a pole she do it for show she all on the floor bitch i'm young and i'm groovy say he want my head told him put it on his wishlist goons down yo chimney you won't get nun for christmas all this money in my pocket yea i know yo bitch want it 22 diamonds of gold lookin’ like i pissed on it fuck a lil bitch in my vans yea it's just me and my mans (whoa) draco make a nigga dance
He pissin all in his pants (whoa) pop up on yo block and bet i shoot yo Milly rock down yea pussy nigga aye tell me how that Glock sound he a dead man bet he can't hide it in his sock now groovy motherfucker i'm headed straight to the top now ice up on my wrist I told that lil bitch to pipe down I just hit a lick I got my family eatin’ right now I got 30s & 40s & 50s don’t test me
I’m uppin that Glock n he screamin don’t wet me hollow tips hit his ass where the vest be now i’m doin bloody dance in gysepis i struggled so long so you know i got patience talk down on gang give the doctor more patients don’t be in my face with all of that fake shit keep a lawn mower niggas be snakin so much money they thought i was masoned hop out the cut masked up like i am jason big bro kept that dirty work in the basement 15 rolled dat gas up and i had faced it chasing a bag i will never stop chasin i had a dream so i gotta go make it I had a dream so I gotta go make it chasing a bag I will never stop chasing
(Hook)

I’m sippin’ on lean and it’s Act
Thrash ya lil bitch from the back
My outfit it cost me a stack
It’s gold on my wrist and my hands

The pot done got stiff it’s so cold
Whippin the grits on the stove
This ice on my wrist and it’s froze
Got a nigga catchin colds (x2)