Call My Name

She keep calling my name.
Need a bitch that keep it real when it's time
Riding past them blocks, I get some chills when I drive
Ain't no better feeling, when a fuck nigga die
I can't say they ain't send no shots, a fuck nigga tried
Pull my cousin out the kitchen, fuck that cut, they ain't high
I can't fall in love with sluts, but her head out her mind
How I find my nigga dead, I guess I ran out of time
Ain't no cups now, she geeking that I touched down
It's fuck them other hoes, I promise it's just us now
She want a bust down, a nigga shut the mall down
It's the fourth round, she really gotta crawl now
She know they all clowns, she gone turn em all down
I got her lungs hurting, she just smoked a whole pound
She said I broke her heart. She moving out of town
We used to steal cars just to ride around
Bullets hit you hard, you get caught out of bounds
Burglar bars, burglar bars, we still ran in that house
Purple Hearts and stolen rods, this beef shit not for clout
Why everything keep going wrong, I'm just trying to figure it out
I know she the baddest one, but I can't eat her out
Know I gotta keep a gun, can't let em take me out
Or we could do it your way
On the beach we watch the sun come down
Gun smoke, ganja, ganja, make ya lungs swole
Blood clot, fuck a doctor, let him die slow
Wah gwaan, my gun hold shells like a taco
That my nigga Rulely, the gals call him a huncho
He's a rapper, trapper, shotta (shotta)

He's a rapper, trapper, shotta (a shotta)

She keep calling my name
Need a bitch that keep it real when it's time
Riding past them blocks, I get some chills when I drive
Ain't no better feeling, when a fuck nigga die
I can't say they ain't send no shots, a fuck nigga tried
Pull my cousin out the kitchen, fuck that cut, they ain't high
I can't fall in love with sluts, but her head out her mind
How I find my nigga dead, I guess I ran out of time



Credits
Writer(s): George Hudnall
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