Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Call You, artist - Kodak Black. Date of issue: 13.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Call You |
| 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 post to |
| 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' a pole, I’m pourin' a four, I’m rollin' up mold |
| Flyer than these niggas, man, niggas 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 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 |
| You my heaven on Earth, you my H.O.E 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 niggas 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 because |
| 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’m big like I’m Pun |
| I parked the Wraith, then I pulled up in a Dawn |
| Sniper Gang Taliban, I’m a junkie |
| 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 me I’m gon' need you on the news |
| 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 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 |
| Yeah, 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' 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, I got done with it |