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letra de call of duty - lil scoom89

[intro]
(ayy, slime, turn that sh-t up) grr

[verse]
uh, streets ain’t no game, but we bodies just like call of duty (like call of duty)
i tap the switch and he got hit, they thought they heard a uzi (grr, grr)
cuz, grab the glocks, load up the clips, we finna go shoot a movie (we finna slide)
bounce out on they block with glocks and chops, we tryna catch us a b (come here, come here)
we see a opp, we blitzin’ that, make sure he d-i-e (where the f-ck you goin’?)
we don’t shoot out cars, go ask the opps, we hoppin’ out on feet (we hoppin’ out)
shaq so cold, he shoot and drive, i watched him, he a bеast (he a beast)
the way thеm 5.56s ate his body, you would think it’s a feast (they thinkin’ it’s feast)
hopped out in 1s and caught a opp, i wasn’t mad ’bout a crease
brung her to my crib and f-cked her friend, i’m lyin’, go ask bree (go ask bree)
twins, that my tweaker, he on go, that’s why i call him ski (yeah, that’s my twin)
code red, tapped him on his head, cutters yell out warnin’ (yell out warnin’)
the reason i f-ck and ain’t spin back ’cause that lil’ coochie borin’ (haha)
went from grabbin’ straights from off the pad to now we ridin’ foreigns (we ridin’ foreigns)
we poured an eighth up in the deuce, but nero steady goin’ (i’m down and out)
bounce out, b-tch, i’m blowin’, get in the car, but i’m still outside throwin’ (grr)
we all got fresh, hopped in the black trucks, hoes tryna get somethin’ goin’ (let’s get somethin’ goin’)
i already pepped the vibes, he tryna door me, i’m already knowin’ (i already know)
we drive the hemi with precaution, slidin’ ’cause it’s snowin’ (skrrt, skrrt)
we treat sh-t like tom and jerry, you rat for that cheese (his ass a rat)
price on his head, we check him out, we swap blood for that green (we swappin’ blood)
all my cutters yell out warnin’, they know what i mean (they know what i mean)
you wanna know, come find out, it’s ugly on that scene (grr)
play with us, you dead, brr, brr, this b-tch special ed (brr, brr)
chopper in my pants, can barely walk, it lift my whole leg (ayy, slime, turn that sh-t up, my whole leg)
ain’t throwin’ hands, i’m just gon’ blam, can’t talk to me like craig (can’t talk to me like that)
n-ggas out here goofy, provin’ a point, man, mines don’t do it for credit (your ass a goofy)
we put sh-t to bed, doa, he got hit up in the head (grr)
lil’ bro hit the curve and crashed the striker out terrible, we had fled (skrrt, skrrt)
thought he was a opp and hit his noodle, should’ve tied up his dreads (we hit his noodles)
i just rolled a ‘wood and tuned her out like, b-tch, i never cared
let off a couple shots, he ain’t get up, doa, pr-nounced him dead (yeah, he dead)
ain’t no stoppin’ me from sayin’ f-ck darro, i said what i said (f-ck darro)
lil’ cuz tryna k!ll when off them pills, i gave him more meds (huh?)
they like goin’ live and like to troll, think them lil’ n-ggas fed (them n-ggas rats)

- lil scoom89

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