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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 'pposed to
And I'm havin' ruffles on my shoulder
You know I love to shine, so my gun plated gold
Bih right in 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' them pole, I'm pourin' a four, I'm rollin' mold
Flyin' in these niggas, man these niggas be flyin' coach
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' Molly fucked me up, I know
I know I'm a zombie on Earth, I'm a Zoe
And I'm bringin' hell 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, twenty on my legs, but I'm on one
She said, "Kodak, is you flyer than my nigga?" uh huh
Police asked if I know what happened to that nigga, uh uh
They like, "Really, it ain't none of your goddamn business?" noneya
You niggas got the same drip, I'm drippin' custom
Kill a nigga broad daylight just for custom
Kill a nigga 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' nigga, 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
Jump out with my orange ski mask like I'm pumpkin
I run out on you faggot ass niggas, 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 nigga to that Woo
Talkin' 'bout that I'm gon' need you on the news

Baby marinate one more again
Talkin' 'bout that I'm 'gon need you on a T-shirt
That money talk, you niggas teeth hurt
I'm gon' need you on a T-shirt, yeah
Molly pink on it, yuh
My momma call me Bill, I kill 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 niggas done gone fed
I ain't Tweetin', pussy nigga, I know you scared
Catch me slidin' in the decoy, fuck a Maybach
She said, "Do you fuck with d-boy?" that was way back
I split yo' ass, 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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Songwriters: Benjmain Dyer Diehl, Dieuson Octave
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