Call of Duty

My family struggling, I gotta make all this money for them

I don't pretend, everything that I say is some shit that I seen or some shit that I did

I got arrested for getting too turnt at the bar with a couple of friends

I spit on the cops, I eat turkey bacon, I really don't fuck with the pigs

I had a show the next day with like five-hundred people, you know that I jumped in the crowd

I stepped on the stage, everything that I say, they repeat it, they yelling it loud

If you ain't a bitch then name my dick Futuristic then keep my name out your mouth

I got some niggas that shoot, that's Call of Duty, they aiming them things in your house, sheesh

I'm taking care of everybody in my squad

Do your job, I got you, brah, I swear it ain't no prob'

I hit the booth, I spit the truth and I don't take my watch

I got no time for bullshit, I'm recording and they can't make me stop

Yo, that's on my grandma's grave

I ain't no slave, I'm doing my thang

Created this lane, I paved the way

Stay my lane, remain the same

My bang is bang

A crazy face you make On the Gambino movie with some bangs to hang

I started picking fruit like orangutang

And telling stories 'bout a dream where babies made

(Dude, what the fuck is this nigga even talking 'bout, bruh?)

Clapping for the wrong reasons

You stink like a dog breathing

Know I get more head than a salon

She drooling like a toddler teething

All these niggas hating on me

Salty cause I'm all-seasoned

I be going like every week

Can't reach me like when you call Jesus (Hello?)

Flow so cold my songs freezing

Bars so sick they car sneezing

Videos with a million views

Selling albums in like all regions

They know that I been fly

Been fly like a bald eagle

Yo shows is like recess

That bell ringing and they all leaving

I'm working off of every single thing I can

I came too far, nah, I'm too close, they can't make me quit

And anybody in my way is getting sprayed with Uzi's

Watch me turn this independent rap to Call of Duty

Call of Duty

Call of Duty

Watch me turn this independent rap to Call of Duty

Call of Duty

Call of Duty

Watch me turn this independent rap to Call of Duty

Back again like I respawned

This shit ain't 'bout the biz, I don't respond

Too much of a king to be punished

And if you in my presence you are hanging around a gift

Like a tree ornament

Won't keep quiet got the piece on my hip

If you pussies keep talking shit

Claiming you tight, won't hesitate to bust first

I pre-cum in this bitch

Fuck you pay me, I'm a jiggalo he comes to get rich

And I'm just having fun with this shit

Finna blow like I didn't see the claymore

They get paid more so I don't have to whip

No Nissan down the strip

Half Latin, half black Ghost Recon in this bitch, wait

Freeze, pause it real quick

I don't even need the beat on when I spit

Always giving it my 300 percent

They want it, he got it

They saw that he bought it

to get this

And they probably wondering how the fuck C started this shit

I don't even know how they think I rap, bring it back

I'm a sing on it real quick like yeeeaaahhh

(Nigga, stop singing! Ahh!)