Call of Duty
Aye
G3
Aye
This nigga is on crack he's smokin that joint
Call of duty in this bitch, I'm goin on point
He sayin some facts so he's makin appoint
I'm ready to play they flippin that coin
She trynna get fucked but I told her to wait
I'm lifting some shit I'm gainin some weight
She told me I'm cute so I told her to rate
Why the fuck is you mad but I'm not gon debate
I'm gettin some bank like im shootin some dice
Im gettin some Js but im checkin the price
These niggas is goofy they not even nice
Posted some shit and it's getting some likes
This nigga is a bitch he finna get pressed
Fuck all that lyin I'm finna confess
This nigga is unknown like this nigga is a guest
This nigga is so lonely like this nigga is so stressed
Said you my friend but you talkin that shit
I'm chasin my dreams I'm not finna quit
He finna get jumped like that Nigga is a bitch
Like that Nigga so lame I'm finna get lit
They pressin the issue just leave it alone
I'm take the 40. You finna get blown
I'm flyin so high like that shit is a drone
My girl is so special I'm checkin my phone
They blastin that shit like that shit is a rocket
She doin to much but I told her to stop it
She textin this Nigga so I told her to block him
Get the fuck out my face, stop checkin' my pockets
When it comes to the truth, the truth will be hurting
Like I'm watching my girl why the fuck is she flirting
My lil Brodie be cussin like that shit isn't nothin
I'm gettin some head and I'm finna be fuckin
Got killers in the street man it feels like a purge
This bitch is to messy like she's covered in dirt
I'm prayin to god like I'm goin to church
He Pushin my buttons like you finna get hurt
I'm rappin' to fast like I'm Kendrick Lamar
Catchin' an opp he gettin' these scars
They fuck with my shit I'm becoming a star
I rap to this beat and I'm spittin' some bars
I'm tired of niggas I'm goin' to bed
He actin' so stupid I mean what I said
He upin' his shit he finna be dead
I'm takin' the bag and I'm stackin' my bread
This nigga is a bitch why the fuck is you lyin'
Keep talking that shit and you finna be dyin
I'm runnin' to fast and I'm finna be hidin'
She takin my soul like I'm finna be flyin'
G3
Aye
This nigga is on crack he's smokin that joint
Call of duty in this bitch, I'm goin on point
He sayin some facts so he's makin appoint
I'm ready to play they flippin that coin
She trynna get fucked but I told her to wait
I'm lifting some shit I'm gainin some weight
She told me I'm cute so I told her to rate
Why the fuck is you mad but I'm not gon debate
I'm gettin some bank like im shootin some dice
Im gettin some Js but im checkin the price
These niggas is goofy they not even nice
Posted some shit and it's getting some likes
This nigga is a bitch he finna get pressed
Fuck all that lyin I'm finna confess
This nigga is unknown like this nigga is a guest
This nigga is so lonely like this nigga is so stressed
Said you my friend but you talkin that shit
I'm chasin my dreams I'm not finna quit
He finna get jumped like that Nigga is a bitch
Like that Nigga so lame I'm finna get lit
They pressin the issue just leave it alone
I'm take the 40. You finna get blown
I'm flyin so high like that shit is a drone
My girl is so special I'm checkin my phone
They blastin that shit like that shit is a rocket
She doin to much but I told her to stop it
She textin this Nigga so I told her to block him
Get the fuck out my face, stop checkin' my pockets
When it comes to the truth, the truth will be hurting
Like I'm watching my girl why the fuck is she flirting
My lil Brodie be cussin like that shit isn't nothin
I'm gettin some head and I'm finna be fuckin
Got killers in the street man it feels like a purge
This bitch is to messy like she's covered in dirt
I'm prayin to god like I'm goin to church
He Pushin my buttons like you finna get hurt
I'm rappin' to fast like I'm Kendrick Lamar
Catchin' an opp he gettin' these scars
They fuck with my shit I'm becoming a star
I rap to this beat and I'm spittin' some bars
I'm tired of niggas I'm goin' to bed
He actin' so stupid I mean what I said
He upin' his shit he finna be dead
I'm takin' the bag and I'm stackin' my bread
This nigga is a bitch why the fuck is you lyin'
Keep talking that shit and you finna be dyin
I'm runnin' to fast and I'm finna be hidin'
She takin my soul like I'm finna be flyin'
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