kodak black - call you lyrics
ayy, ben, i always call you when i need a hit, man
i call you when i need to roll one
i call you when i need to roll one
you call me when you need to hold something
you only call me when you need a loan
and i’m only talkin’ murder on my other phone
she be right here like she posted
and i’m havin’ ruffles on my shoulder
you know i love to shine, so my gun plated gold
you havin your high, got me on my tippy toes
i’m already zombie, i ain’t gotta sell my soul, baby
own a mansion, now my last home done got old
i be totin’ pole, i’m pourin’ a four, i’m rollin’ mold
flyin’ in these n-gg-s when these, n-gg-s be flyin’ cold
and i’m takin’ money with the dope now
i promise i’m a junkie on the dope now
takin’ molly got me takin’ souls
takin’ mollys f-cked me up, i know
i know i’m a zombie on earth, i’m a zoe
and i’m bringin’ h-ll on earth for these hoes
put my heaven on earth for my whole baby
i love my old girl, i love my old lady
lookin’ in my rear view, i ain’t paranoid, i’m on point
in the club with twenty of my n-gg-s but i’m on one
she said, “kodak, is you flyer than my n-gg-?” uh huh
police asked if i know what happened to that n-gg-, uh uh
they like, really, it ain’t none of your godd-mn business? none ya
you n-gg-s got the same drip, i’m drippin’ custom
k!ll a n-gg- broad daylight just for custom
k!ll a n-gg- right in public ’bout my brothers
i don’t play no games, you could miss me with the fun
’cause i got a ar-15 in the trunk
lil’ n-gg-, but i beat it like i’m puntin’
i parked the wraith, then i pulled up in a dawn
sniper gang taliban, i’m a dog, yeah
remember hittin’ stores, hidin’ in a dungeon, yeah
jump out with my orange ski mask like i’m pumpkin
i run out on you f-ggot -ss n-gg-s, y’all be punkin’
even though i’m little, i be makin’ big boy moves
they know that i’m little, so i got a lot to prove
i done transformed from that n-gg- to that woo
talkin’ ’bout me i’m gon’ need you on the news
let it marinate, one more again
talkin’ ’bout that i’m ‘gon need you on a t-shirt
that money talk, you n-gg-s teeth hurt
i’m gon’ need you on a t-shirt, yeah
molly pink on it, yuh
my momma call bill, i k!ll to pay the bills, i swear
my momma named me jason, see me in your sleep, nightmare
my family called me god’s son, ’cause i’m gon’ need bloodshed
yuh, i’m gon’ need your whole head
’90s baby, i ain’t got no respect for the old heads
sniper gang, most of my n-gg-s done gone fed
i ain’t tweetin’, p-ssy n-gg-, i know you scared
catch me slidin’ in the decoy, f-ck a maybach
she said, “do you f-ck with d-boy?” that was way back
i split yo’ wig, i put your top right where your tape at
i’m ’bout that gun play, got a ak in the maybach
i lost my homie to a gunman
i lost my other homie ’cause i found money
i’m sg, 13 is done with
i’m jumpin’ out the joint, i got done with it
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