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ebk young joc - call of duty lyrics

[intro: ebk young joc]
reds made this beat
sheesh
c’mon now, man
ahh, major league
man, who the f+ck is this callin’ my phone?
i don’t even know this number

[verse 1: ebk young joc]
this 1911 kinda rusty (kinda rusty)
i’m doing the dash in this cat, i’ma dust him (skrrt)
i don’t f+ck with hoes and weed, b+tch, you lucky (b+tch, you lucky)
i just need an eighth of weed, she gon’ suck me (she gon’ suck me)
my young dawg sellin’ ps in kentucky (out in kentucky)
i can get it overseas like i’m humphrey (like i’m humphrey)
i be clutchin’ on my pole when i ain’t comfy (when i ain’t comfy)
bad b+tch, thick hips, she wanna hug me (she wanna hug me)
but i’ll be d+mned; f+ck, then i let her touch me (i let her touch me)
i ain’t your man, understand? not lovey+dovey (not lovey+dovey)
i tell her ’cause she get to pushin’ in her buggy (she in her buggy)
she go home and get to tellin’ all her buddies (ay)
me and juvie crankin’ dae dae, boy i love him (boy, i love him)
these 557s wrap around you like a mummy (like a mummy)
ay, tell me somethin’, what’s a stick to a drummy? (to a drummy)
when them n+ggas took my brother, b+tch, it numbed me (b+tch, it numbed me)
is you stupid or is you smart? i ain’t no dummy (i ain’t no dummy)
get off yo ass and get a bag, this b+tch is clumsy (this b+tch is clumsy)
i’m jumpin’ out, we through the back, yeah me and lil’ cudi (yeah, lil’ cudi)
i told her somebody gon’ die, they ever touch me (they ever touch me)
i seen the bl!cky, i know he gon’ do his dougie (do his dougie)
i hear it tickin’, stop flexin’, that ain’t no rolex (that ain’t no rolex)
i’m 4/4 with this tec, i move it slowly (i move it slowly)
walk in the buildin’, i smell like nothin’ but doddy (nothin’ but doddy)
he say he ’bout it, who vouchin’? n+gga, come show me (n+gga, come show me)
it’s gettin’ cold, i keep a heater, you know i’m cozy
[verse 2: ebk trey b]
f+ck it up, b+tch, f+ck it up
i need mo’ cheese (i need mo’ cheese)
f+ck the other side and f+ck the police (f+ck police)
we pourin’ up daily, auntie prayin’ we don’t od
i see a sucka, i’ma smoke him before he smoke me
ay, i might pull up on yo block and go super saiyan (super saiyan)
i ain’t gon’ lie, you might just die if you think i’m playin’ (you might just die)
broke b+tch, i got no chips, so no i ain’t stayin’
how we broke but on the road? n+gga, f+ck you mean? (f+ck you mean?)
b+tch, you only pulled a 2, n+gga you ain’t gon’ lean
i’ma text the bros [?]
i can’t f+ck no broke b+tch, and that’s on the g
n+gga, i’m a hotboy so i ain’t gon’ freeze
yeah, that joc’s a real demon but we call him sleaze
don’t do magic but i got tricks tucked up my sleeve
but i’m talkin’ ’bout this stick tucked in my jeans
[?] he was a fool when he was off the hen’
when i was [?] we got a choppa, we in a benz
we got more than 100 shots when we in atlan’
the sad part [?] n+gga, show some bands
i didn’t just f+ck a b+tch, but i f+cked her friend (i f+cked her friend)
i didn’t just f+ck a b+tch, but i f+cked her sis (that’s f+cked up)
b+tch i’m on tenth tryna score us another skit
and in the mornin’, yeah, we finna pour another brick
i had to leave the ho alone, she on some other sh+t
all i had the b+tch for was to check the trap
this sucka said we k!lled they bro but didn’t double+back
c’mon, blood, don’t act hard, joc ain’t want none of that
i do a drill on your block and double+back
(double+back, n+gga)

- ebk young joc lyrics

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