Call You Lyrics - Kodak Black

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 

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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 

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