C.A.T.O. ft. Prince Siren & Mot Boy Lyrics

I said calling all the ootahs, hit the block

I need glocks, I need tecs, I need chops

I said calling all the ootahs, grab ya knocks

I need macs, I need vest for them shots

I feel like 50 that's a fact. Stay with packs

Why they acting like they bad, they ain't that

They know Woo he stay with Macs

30 packs, dissing SOLO get you clapped and that's a fact

Look, everytime walk in the stu I be spitting that hot shit

This nigga play we gone put him on the frying pan nigga now he the hot shit

Get up in the stu, send them bullets after you

Run it up, run it up, yeah. Run it up with the crew

Run it up, run it up, uh yeah. Run it up with the..okay

Then I stand on my money like Uzi..keep the uzi

I said calling all the ootahs, hit the block

I need glocks, I need tecs, I need chops

I said calling all the ootahs, grab ya knocks

I need macs, I need vest for them shots

I said calling all the ootahs, don't get popped

We into it till you die, you better watch

I said calling all the ootahs, buss a bop

Ima demon nigga, I was born on hots

He said he calling all the ooter

I'm feeling hate then I'm calling my shooters

Fuck these smoochies, bitches burnt out My new girl wet like a cooler

She got throat, throat, throat

Ian even gotta say one word to twin

They stay on go, go, go

Uhhhh uhhhn

Yo what's the word

Ayo Siren we outside, ima bird

Uhhhh uhhhn

Yeah I'm in her

Bitches dirty, hit like chirp chirp chirp

I said calling all the ootahs, yeah

I said calling all the ootahs, look

They know why we be with shooters, look

Hit ya top we bust medullas

Look

Look