Futuristic - Call Of Duty lyrics

rate me

Ft. Castro

(Verse: Futuristic)

My family strugglin', I got to make all this money for them

I don't pretend, everythin' that I say is sum' shit that I seen or sum' shit that I did

I got arrested for gettin' too turnt at the bar wit a couple of friends

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

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

I stepped on the stage, everythin' that I say, they repeat it, they yellin' it loud

If u ain't a bitch then name my dick Futuristic then keep my name out ur mouth

I got sum' niggas that shoot, that's Call of Duty

They aimin' them things in ur house, sheeesh

(Hook)

I'm takin' care of everybody in my squad

Do ur job, I got u, 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 recordin' and they can't make me stop

(Verse 2: Futuristic)

Yo, that's on my grandma's grave

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

Created this lane, I paved the way

Stay my lane, remain the same

My bang is bang

A crazy face u make like when Topanga came

On the Gambino movie wit sum' bangs that hang

I started pickin' fruit like orangutang

And tellin' stories 'bout a dream where babies made

(Dude, what the fuck is this nigga even talkin' bout, bro?)

Clappin' fo' the wrong reasons

U stink like a dog breathin'

Know I get mo' head than a salon

She drooling like a toddler teethin'

All these niggas hatin' on me

Salty cuz I'm all-seasoned

I be goin' like every week

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

Flow so cold my songs freezin'

Bars so sick they car sneezin'

Videos wit a million views

Sellin' albums in like all regions

They know that I been fly

Been fly like a bald eagle

Yo shows is like recess

That bell ringin' and they all leavin'

(Hook Variation)

I’m workin' hard for every single thing I get

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

And anybody in my way is gettin' sprayed wit 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

(Verse 3: Castro)

Back again like I respawned

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

Too much of a king to be upon this shit

And if u in my presence u are hangin' around a gift

Like a tree ornament

Won't keep quiet got the piece on my hip

If u pussies keep talkin' shit

Claimin' u tight, won't hesitate to bust first

I pre-cum in this bitch

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

And I'm just havin' fun wit this shit

Finna blow like I didn't see the claymore

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

No Nissan down the strip

Half Latin, half black wit a knot

Ghost Recon in this bitch, wait

Freeze, pause it real quick

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

Always givin' it my three hunnid percent

They want it, he got it, they saw that he bought it

C fought to get this

And they probably wonderin' how the fuck C thought of this shit

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

I'mma sing on it real quick like yeeeaaahhh

Nigga, stop singin'! Ah!

(Hook)

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