Call For Duty
Cut the lights, bitch, we pull up creepin' slow, yeah
Ain't no fuckin' bitches, I don't know, yeah
She think that she hot, you not on vogue yeah
Woah, bitch, I got it, woah
Forgiatos go
That forty five gon' blow
I'm movin' with my bro
He sippin' movin' slow
Cut the lights, we slow, cut the lights, I'm low
COD, UAV, got the drop on all you fuckin' bitches
All my guns came with motherfuckin' switches
She from Paris
Givenchy my fit, she tryna wear it
Came in with a stick, bitch, that's always how I pair it
Yeah, my wrist gettin' cold, and I caught you hoes starin
She a certified freak, said she kinda into Sharon
Woah, bitch, I got it, woah
Forgiatos go
That forty five gon' blow
I'm movin' with my bro
He sippin' movin' slow
Cut the lights, we slow, cut the lights, I'm low
Ridin' round with wockhardt, might catch a Dui
G.I.A., my diamonds, yeah, I got them certified
Cashed out on my weapons, guns I got that been all mine
Cashed out on my hoes, all my bitches livin' fine
COD, UAV, got the drop on all you fuckin' bitches
All my guns came with motherfuckin' switches
Cut the lights, bitch, we pull up creepin' slow, yeah
Ain't no fuckin' bitches, I don't know, yeah
She think that she hot, you not on vogue yeah
Woah, bitch, I got it, woah
Forgiatos go
That forty five gon' blow
I'm movin' with my bro
He sippin' movin' slow
Cut the lights, we slow, cut the lights, I'm low
Ain't no fuckin' bitches, I don't know, yeah
She think that she hot, you not on vogue yeah
Woah, bitch, I got it, woah
Forgiatos go
That forty five gon' blow
I'm movin' with my bro
He sippin' movin' slow
Cut the lights, we slow, cut the lights, I'm low
COD, UAV, got the drop on all you fuckin' bitches
All my guns came with motherfuckin' switches
She from Paris
Givenchy my fit, she tryna wear it
Came in with a stick, bitch, that's always how I pair it
Yeah, my wrist gettin' cold, and I caught you hoes starin
She a certified freak, said she kinda into Sharon
Woah, bitch, I got it, woah
Forgiatos go
That forty five gon' blow
I'm movin' with my bro
He sippin' movin' slow
Cut the lights, we slow, cut the lights, I'm low
Ridin' round with wockhardt, might catch a Dui
G.I.A., my diamonds, yeah, I got them certified
Cashed out on my weapons, guns I got that been all mine
Cashed out on my hoes, all my bitches livin' fine
COD, UAV, got the drop on all you fuckin' bitches
All my guns came with motherfuckin' switches
Cut the lights, bitch, we pull up creepin' slow, yeah
Ain't no fuckin' bitches, I don't know, yeah
She think that she hot, you not on vogue yeah
Woah, bitch, I got it, woah
Forgiatos go
That forty five gon' blow
I'm movin' with my bro
He sippin' movin' slow
Cut the lights, we slow, cut the lights, I'm low
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Writer(s): Harsh S
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