Kodak Black - Call You lyrics

[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 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 HOE 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

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