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[Intro] All these dead-ass, lame-ass, broke-ass n!ggas want my They all want my motherfu*king name, alright, come on [Verse] Alright, uh, why n!ggas wanna play on the ‘net like they won’t check and they know that lil’ Vonno a shooter? (You know that) Stuff a KRISS Vec’ up in the 10, that b!tch so big, that ho stick out like ruler Munchie was running too slow, tryna get to his car and he got his ass hit in the dula (His dumb ass) Think with his d!ck, let the lil’ b!tch call his ride, his ass gon’ die in an Uber N!gga, what the fu*k if you doing? Tryna act like a killer and everybody know you a hooper (His b!tch ass) We four deep up in the Jeep and we all got heats and doing high-speed on a trooper (We gone) That n!gga a goofy, finna crash out up on a live and he only got two hundred viewers (His dumb ass) N!ggas be mad I don’t fu*k with ’em and I’m more up than ’em, that’s why they making up rumors Bounce out broad day blowing the Drac’, that b!tch so loud, it sound Metro Boomin KJ just got clapped, Munchie got clapped and they still don’t think they losing Keep saying my name in them songs and still ain’t on, do you really die over music? One-eighty my dash, wherever we at, go fast, what the fu*k I look like cruising? We caught us an opp and we were so thirsty, we bounced while the car was moving (Come here, come here) He ain’t fu*king her right and he beating her up and he wonder why the lil’ b!tch choosing (His dumb ass) Killing a n!gga so soothing, lil’ n!gga, give me that gun, you ain’t gon’ use it That snitching s*it, we don’t approve it (We don’t) Just got the lo’ to his crib, finna make him move it Popped him a pill, now he wanna slide on lil’ Von, that lil’ n!gga way too groovy (Dumbass) When bullet start flying, the n!gga start ducking and diving, he thought he was up in a movie That b!tch gon’ blow my vibe if she ain’t that and she come around acting bougie (The fu*k?) Put a grip and a box on the back of my 19X, now that b!tch sound like an Uzi Got hit in the head with the 10, ain’t die, now his s*it look just like Stewie (The fu*k?) Uh, don’t got his gun, but got his chain, Backend, we got us a goofy (Took him down) We got big guns like Call of Duty (You know that) When Joey got clapped, he was calling Snooty Fu*k her hips and the lil’ b!tch a tootie You say you a gangster, come right here and shoot me (Your b!tch ass) [Outro] Alright, rewind that. Call of Duty lyrics – VonOff1700 : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com