letra de call of duty - $tupid young
[intro: $tupid young]
huh
yeah
[verse 1: $tupid young]
f-ck the other side, i don’t f-ck with ’em
if you f-ckin’ with the opps, you better duck with ’em
afficial be the label, b-tch, i’m stuck with ’em
forty have his face like a truck hit him
b-tch, i got a bullet with your name on it
every car rollin’ through the hood, bang on it
forty with a beam, put some aim on it
shot him in his calves like i put lebron james on it
b-tch, we don’t snitch, we don’t testify
smokin’ og got me h-lla high
he say he want smoke, hope he don’t never try
’cause we gon’ pull up on him like we exercise
gangsters in designer, yeah, we h-lla fly
gangsters don’t die, b-tch, we multiply
rip my locs, lookin’ in the sky
i’ma keep it lit ’til the day i die
n-gga spittin’ straight facts
put that on the gang, motherf-cker, i can bang that
and i put that on my a hat
[chorus: $tupid young]
you know i ride with them blowers, my hood raised a soldier
gotta keep a heat ’cause these streets gettin’ colder
ooh, we be strapped with them glocks and the uzis
sprayin’ sh-t like it’s call of duty
call of duty, call of duty
you know we be strapped with them uzis
call of duty, call of duty
i’ma ride for my n-ggas when it’s duty
[verse 2: cellyru]
big sippin’, heavy on purple liquid
n-ggas justify tellin’, like, “how he told wasn’t snitchin'”
real n-gga, me and these rappers is h-lla different
pyru, but my lefthand pocket always be crippin’
on a mission, lil’ bro drillin’ for, yeah i sent him
top shotta, get the bundles
on jesus, you headshot him up, gang
i was just broke, playin’ with fiddles
cut my homie off, that n-gga was phony
playin’ the middle, you hear me?
yeeky is here, if it ain’t on me, it’s near me
dear marcus, i know you watchin’, i been missin’ you dearly
i’m clearly stuck in this sh-t, if you don’t like it, come k!ll me
put a p on your head like you play for the phillies
trappin’ to 50, black ru clutchin’ ten milly
n-ggas say what they gon’ do but ain’t n0body that silly
ride with four nicky, broke until i got out the city
these politics sh-tty, real n-gga rarer than nitty, n-gga
[chorus: $tupid young]
you know i ride with them blowers, my hood raised a soldier
gotta keep a heat ’cause these streets gettin’ colder
ooh, we be strapped with them glocks and the uzis
sprayin’ sh-t like it’s call of duty
call of duty, call of duty
you know we be strapped with them uzis
call of duty, call of duty
i’ma ride for my n-ggas when it’s duty
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