Kier Ramar and Gzooted - Call of Duty

Talk hot shit but you know I'ma see You
Double the clip we gon give em a sequel
Light his ass up we gon turn him to see through
I got sharks in the water they ready to eat you
Talkin too much I places to be too
I’m big time and that boy like D2
Elbow deep arm in this bitch
You say you love him but still end up fuckin on me too
Carrying pieces you know that they lethal
Shoot at the opps leave that boy see through
Stay with the squad, they call us black beetles
Good on ya block, don’t fuck with no cops
She got the WAP, but still give me top
Tell her don’t stop
Gotta record cuz she like to watch
Jump out the box
Life got me bored
I’m tired of fucking these whores
Bored I think it’s time to score i been here before
I guess I’m a vet, Yeah
Sore I put you on the floor or under the morgue
I guess that’s a tech, Yeah
I was broke and I couldn’t afford sharp like a sword
I guess I’m a mess, Yeah
But now when I pull up I’m getting lit
Do not try and stand in my way
Ain’t no questions you getting hit
If I clap in this bitch blow yo light out
If I flip up the switch then I clean up the scene
And erase yo ass just like some white out
Boy you talking tough show me what you bout
Second guessing might want take a new route
If you come up to me talkin crazy yo life ain't a maybe
Walking away from this situation boy I doubt it
Disrespect me and I know that you crazy
Don’t fuck with y’all niggas
I know that y’all shady
My niggas be bussing
We don’t do no fading
Not talking to you
If you not even paying
That boy, he get popped like a E
All disrespect
But you nothing to me
Know that she pretty
If she fucking with Gi
Gotta be bad
If she wanna meet me
Uh, hold a lil second
Let me give a lil message
Let me give a lil lesson
I’m the closest to a blessing
Not the one to test
He gon take it to the chest
I'mma die about respect
What the fuck you expect
Oh, I don’t love none of you hoes
No I’m not Haitian but shoutout my Zoes
She gon fuck me, yeah right out my clothes
Kick that bitch out
Oh no, she gotta go
Aye, she gotta go
She playing games but we been here before
Aye, Please do not stand here to close
My choppa get rowdy my Danny eat ghost
Running away thats yo go to
I ain’t been talking my shit like Im suppose too
You be on that shit so don’t even approach
Bitch you unteachable can’t even coach you
Now I’m talking my shit but you think it’s me stuntin
Been perfecting my craft fuck a bag it mean nothin’
But I’m gon stay on my toes I was birthed in the hood
Like a lion bitch know I be huntin’
Hunting these demons
I’m hunting these thots
Got a new glock
So we spinning ya block
Don’t care bout no opps
Cuz they finna get popped
Ya bitch gave the drop
Now we running ya spot, aye
Hold up a second
Did you get the message
I don’t give no fucks
Who the fuck is you pressing
I’ll have ya ass stressing
My bullets is blessings
And I am the reverend
Lets see ya expression
Solving the problem but I ain’t no priest
Don’t you come to me I ain’t taking confession
Pull up on you with the team and we shooting
I guarantee bullets gon make a connection
So watch how you talking to me and my gang
If you slip up just know we gon make a correction
And if you got something to say you got beef
You best turn it around you best change ya direction

Written by:
Kier Jenkins

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