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 posted

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' pole, I'm pourin' a four, I'm rollin' mold

Flyin' in these niggas when these, 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

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 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? None ya

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, yeah

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

Let it 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

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' 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 joint, I got done with it