Katalot lyrics

Katelot


Yeah
Money Baggers
Yeah
Huh, huh, huh

I ain't gon' say too much when a spongie speakin' on that hot sh*t
f*ck the admins, 'cause them b*tches ain't gon' stop sh*t
Money baggers mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest spammer in the game, yeah, I'm a killer
Posted on Katalot, wit' a hunnid some' shots
I be scoping wit' the tact, lil' n*gga you a lobster
Bullets heat a n*gga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
And shoutout to Mason, I keep me some Rubies

My n*ggas trappin' out the legacy, shoutout to the Migos (The Migos)
If a n*gga join syntax, shoot him through thе peephole
The trap always open, b*tch, wе ain't never closed
We movin' them crates and we movin' them targets
Step one, step two, do my dance in this b*tch
Got a hunnid some' tacts like a quick scope in this b*tch
Man, she keep on b*tchin', all that naggin' and sh*t
Fierzaa shut the f*ck up and jus' gag on this di*k
I'm a side n*gga, and I love when she swallow
If Viecti say something, hit him wit' a hollow
That longshot, knock ya meat out ya taco (Your taco)
Flexin' on these b*tches, they call me Long John Silvers
School of hard knocks, let me take you to class
My Ro-thot really skinny but she got a lot of ass
I love counting money, I get a lot of cash
If you try to take it from me, his toe gon' have a tag

I ain't gon' say too much when a spongie speakin' on that hot sh*t
f*ck the admins, 'cause them b*tches ain't gon' stop sh*t
Money baggers mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest spammer in the game, yeah, I'm a killer
Posted on Katalot, wit' a hunnid some' shots
I be scoping wit' the tact, lil' n*gga you a lobster
Bullets heat a n*gga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
And shoutout to Lucas, I keep me some Rubies


All up in the party, you know we got them silver swords
Get a n*gga banned like I work at KAT Discord (Discord)
I love Ey man, but a young n*gga syntax
Firework show, 'cause my n*ggas get to sparklin'

I'm a hothead, I'll crash any second (Yeah)
He speakin' on who? Send his b*tch ass to heaven (To heaven)
Extended clips, when we tote them MAC-11's (Uh-huh)
My n*ggas they be bloodin', they be playing rogue' out them 7's (Blood)
Why you investigating me? 'Cause I don't know a thang
And I'ma always keep a solid, I'll never sang
You know I'm Ey Fam, I always rep the gang (Ey)
He kept on dissin' so a n*gga had to run his fade (Gang, gang)

Had to run fade (Had to snatch that n*gga brain)
I had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that n*gga brain)
I had to make it rain (Make that motha f*cka rain)
EyMason let that f*ckin' choppa sing, yeah (Make it sing)