Call You

Lyrics

Ayy, Ben, I always call you when I need a hit, man
 I call you when I need to roll one
 I call you when I need to roll one
 You call me when you need to hold something
 You only call me when you need a loan
 And I'm only talkin' murder on my other phone
 She be right here like she posted
 And I'm havin' ruffles on my shoulder
 You know I love to shine, so my gun plated gold
 You havin your high, got me on my tippy toes
 I'm already zombie, I ain't gotta sell my soul, baby
 Own a mansion, now my last home done got old
 I be totin' pole, I'm pourin' a four, I'm rollin' mold
 Flyin' in these niggas when these, niggas be flyin' cold
 And I'm takin' money with the dope now
 I promise I'm a junkie on the dope now
 Takin' Molly got me takin' souls
 Takin' Mollys fucked me up, I know
 I know I'm a zombie on Earth, I'm a Zoe
 And I'm bringin' hell on Earth for these hoes
 Put my heaven on Earth for my whole baby
 I love my old girl, I love my old lady
 Lookin' in my rear view, I ain't paranoid, I'm on point
 In the club with twenty of my niggas but I'm on one
 She said, "Kodak, is you flyer than my nigga?" uh huh
 Police asked if I know what happened to that nigga, uh uh
 They like, Really, it ain't none of your goddamn business? None ya
 You niggas got the same drip, I'm drippin' custom
 Kill a nigga broad daylight just for custom
 Kill a nigga right in public 'bout my brothers
 I don't play no games, you could miss me with the fun
 'Cause I got a AR-15 in the trunk
 Lil' nigga, but I beat it like I'm puntin'
 I parked the Wraith, then I pulled up in a Dawn
 Sniper Gang Taliban, I'm a dog, yeah
 Remember hittin' stores, hidin' in a dungeon, yeah
 Jump out with my orange ski mask like I'm pumpkin
 I run out on you faggot ass niggas, y'all be punkin'
 Even though I'm little, I be makin' big boy moves
 They know that I'm little, so I got a lot to prove
 I done transformed from that nigga to that Woo
 Talkin' 'bout me I'm gon' need you on the news
 Let it marinate, one more again
 Talkin' 'bout that I'm 'gon need you on a T-shirt
 That money talk, you niggas teeth hurt
 I'm gon' need you on a T-shirt, yeah
 Molly pink on it, yuh
 My momma call Bill, I kill to pay the bills, I swear
 My momma named me Jason, see me in your sleep, nightmare
 My family called me God's son, 'cause I'm gon' need bloodshed
 Yuh, I'm gon' need your whole head
 '90s baby, I ain't got no respect for the old heads
 Sniper Gang, most of my niggas done gone fed
 I ain't Tweetin', pussy nigga, I know you scared
 Catch me slidin' in the decoy, fuck a Maybach
 She said, "Do you fuck with d-boy?" that was way back
 I split yo' wig, I put your top right where your tape at
 I'm 'bout that gun play, got a AK in the Maybach
 I lost my homie to a gunman
 I lost my other homie 'cause I found money
 I'm SG, 13 is done with
 I'm jumpin' out the joint, I got done with it
 

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Duration
04:20
Key
9
Tempo
135 BPM

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