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abgrlilcory & action pack - roll call lyrics

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[intro]
(euphoric)
(ziad)

[chorus: abgrlilcory]
they can tear the hood down, that sh+t won’t make me leave
how i ran it up, this sh+t off dope and i ain’t touch a ki’
i got under armor, sh+t be strong i and ain’t get no degree
n+ggas goin’ broke tryna keep up ’cause they can’t f+ck with me
we got fiends lined outside the trap, this sh+t like roll call
asian plug be showin’ love, he know i get them ‘bows off

[verse 1: abgrlilcory]
too high off the drank, i poured a four, i d+mn near dozed off
he had ‘posed to die, we seen the opp, that p+ssy drove off
bro ran up two hundred fifty thousand, did it off the raw
i had put some diamonds in my t++th, you see it when i talk
i don’t work no job, the drac’ be hittin’, this b+tch be gettin’ off
really could’ve signed myself, lil’ n+gga, i’m my own boss
we don’t let no hoes inside this spot ’cause this the ‘bow house
before it was a trend, was doin’ sh+t that they ain’t know ’bout
i can coach the game, i really did this sh+t they talkin’ ’bout
my plug show me love, i spent so much that i can’t run out

[chorus: abgrlilcory & action pack]
they can tear the hood down, that sh+t won’t make me leave
how i ran it up, this sh+t off dope and i ain’t touch a ki’
i got under armor, sh+t be strong i and ain’t get no degree
n+ggas goin’ broke tryna keep up ’cause they can’t f+ck with me
we got fiends lined outside the trap, this sh+t like roll call
asian plug be showin’ love (yeah), he know i get them ‘bows off (yeah)
[verse 2: action pack]
boxes came in, get off by myself, i don’t need no help (nothing)
run a hundred up in thirty days, i make this sh+t look easy (yeah)
yeah, juggin’, i got stupid plays, my line stay blowin’ up
f+cked around and i got rich, now b+tches tryna eat my nuts (oh)
trapped so hard, i broke the hinges off the door, all my sh+ts swinging (swinging)
bag smell like onion, under armor, lil’ n+gga, this sh+t’s stinking (it’s reeking)
i got rich off turkey bags, i ain’t never do no scam
i got more plays than a gas station, all this clientele (yeah)
sellin’ 93 supreme, whole things, i ain’t break it down
i’m a hustler, n+gga, i can shake back off a quarter ounce (yeah)
real dope boy, i’ma hit the trap, beat the crack out (yeah)
i’ve been gettin’ money, couple hundred, n+gga, that ain’t nothing (yeah)



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