Call Dat

By Python P

On BORN

Released on September 30, 2025

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[Intro: Ab-Soul]

Get some motherfuckin' water over here, ayy, man (Python, where your tag at?)


[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

Had the hubcaps missin' on the white Mitsubishi

Black tint, Black & Mild, black and blue tryna get me

And from the p.m. to the a.m. it was Alizé and Rémy

Livin' in the house of sin, angel wings still fit me

We gettin' rich or dyin' tryin', turn a quarter into fifty

And the flow is straight yola like it came in from the border

Niggas borderline dumb thinkin' they could fuck with it

Get down or lay you down like a fuckin' truck did it, ho

Street pharmacists, forgin' scripts, mixin' chemicals

Targets hit, that ain't a door, this hollow tips, warn your clique

Click, boom, I kicked in that shit, jiu-jitsu

His crew equip a lint tool

Karate choppin' bricks on the rough wax

Standin' firm longterm or fall back

Put the pause in lockjaw on all of y'all tracks

If I ain't a top dog, the fuck do you call that, huh?


[Interlude: Ab-Soul]

Still need some motherfuckin' water, man

Soulo


[Chorus: ICECOLDBISHOP]

Water bitch, bitch, I need some water in this bitch, uh (Water)

Niggas talk that shit, I need some water in this bitch, uh (Water)

Nigga talk that shit, I need some water in this bitch, uh (Water)

Hotboy, bitch, I need some water in this bitch, uh (Water)

Hotboy, hotboy, water in this bitch, uh (Water)

Hotboy, hotboy, water in this bitch (Water)


[Verse 2: T.F]

You see, me, I eat, sleep, shit that street shit

Been on G shit since Sprite Remix and deep dish, uh

Daytons, Daytonas and pink slips

SIG rifle, no fin, bitch, thirty is wheat Timbs

30 for 30, peep my losses and my wins

Bunk shades, I'm blindfolded, threw caution to the wind

Might cost a neck and a limb over a necklace and some gems

Fool's gold, get fools robbed, they negligent as kids

I was rookie of the year

If I ain't had no common sense, I would've had some tatted tears

Hotboy shit, it ain't matter who you is or who you was

Yeah, these bullets four hundred degrees, bitch, you gon' run

I'm from the Killer Kansas, uh, cough up a lung

That's why they blame Kansas, uh, we had a run

Set the city on fire and that was for some crumbs

Just imagine what I'd do for five million in dubs, killer


[Chorus: ICECOLDBISHOP]

Uh, water bitch, bitch, I need some water in this bitch, uh (Water)

Niggas talk that shit, I need some water in this bitch, uh (Water)

Nigga talk that shit, I need some water in this bitch, uh (Water)

Hotboy, bitch, I need some water in this bitch, uh (Water)

Hotboy, hotboy, water in this bitch, uh (Water)

Hotboy, hotboy, water in this bitch (Water)


[Verse 3: ICECOLDBISHOP]

Nigga must be stupid, think he fuckin' with the Ice

I got this bitch headlocked, but I ain't fuckin' with police

Bounce out pool sticks, but I ain't comin' with no rice

I can see your heart like a thumb over a light

Had to look inside the trash can to find your trash ass

Look inside, the stench of death is comin' out this Glad bag

Lil'-ass verse from last year got y'all that mad?

Fuck it, nigga, step up to the line if niggas that bad

But niggas not 'cause if I see a toe, you gettin' toe tagged

Body in the lake, shit, fuck, we outta boat gas

Bitch, I almost threw up, I ain't know you can get boat lag

Lamar Jackson, nigga, no pass, fuck you mean?

If you hear that rumble in your lot, just know I'm comin' clean

Little nigga really out his mind, think he gon' fuck with him

Dirty bop can't get inside if she a fuckin' fiend

Never lackin', ho, I got it by my fuckin' string