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$tupid Young

Call Of Duty

 

Call Of Duty

(album: True Story - 2018)


[$tupid Young:]
Huh
Yeah

Fuck the other side, I don't fuck with 'em
If you fucking with the opps, you better duck with 'em
Afficial be the label, bitch, I'm stuck with 'em
Forty have his face like a truck hit him
Bitch, I got a bullet with your name on it
Every car rolling through the hood, bang on it
Forty with a beam, put some aim on it
Shot him in his calves like I put LeBron James on it
Bitch, we don't snitch, we don't testify
Smoking OG got me hella high
He say he want smoke, hope he don't never try
'Cause we gon' pull up on him like we exercise
Gangsters in designer, yeah, we hella fly
Gangsters don't die, bitch, we multiply
RIP my locs, looking in the sky
I'ma keep it lit 'til the day I die
Nigga spitting straight facts
Put that on the gang, motherfucker, I can bang that
And I put that on my A hat

You know I ride with them blowers, my hood raised a soldier
Gotta keep a heat 'cause these streets getting colder
Ooh, we be strapped with them Glocks and the Uzis
Spraying shit like it's Call of Duty
Call of Duty, Call of Duty
You know we be strapped with them Uzis
Call of Duty, Call of Duty
I'ma ride for my niggas when it's duty

[CellyRu:]
Big sipping, heavy on purple liquid
Niggas justify telling, like, "How he told wasn't snitchin'"
Real nigga, me and these rappers is hella different
Pyru, but my lefthand pocket always be cripping
On a mission, lil' bro drilling for, yeah I sent him
Top shotta, get the bundles
On Jesus, you headshot him up, gang
I was just broke, playing with fiddles
Cut my homie off, that nigga was phony
Playing the middle, you hear me?
Yeeky is here, if it ain't on me, it's near me
Dear Marcus, I know you watching, I been missing you dearly
I'm clearly stuck in this shit, if you don't like it, come kill me
Put a P on your head like you play for the Phillies
Trapping to 50, black Ru clutching ten milly
Niggas say what they gon' do but ain't nobody that silly
Ride with four nicky, broke until I got out the city
These politics shitty, real nigga rarer than Nitty, nigga

[$tupid Young:]
You know I ride with them blowers, my hood raised a soldier
Gotta keep a heat 'cause these streets getting colder
Ooh, we be strapped with them Glocks and the Uzis
Spraying shit like it's Call of Duty
Call of Duty, Call of Duty
You know we be strapped with them Uzis
Call of Duty, Call of Duty
I'ma ride for my niggas when it's duty

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