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call of duty - vonoff1700 lyrics

[intro]
all these dead*ass, lame*ass, broke*ass n*ggas want my
they all want my motherf*ckin’ 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 runnin’ 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 f*ck if you doin’? tryna act like a k!ller and everybody know you a hooper (his b*tch ass)
we four deep up in the jeep and we all got heats and doin’ 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 f*ck with ’em and i’m more up than ’em, that’s why they makin’ up rumors
bounce out broad day blowin’ the drac’, that b*tch so loud, it sound metro boomin

keep sayin’ 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 f*ck i look like cruisin’?
we caught us an opp and we were so thirsty, we bounced while the car was movin’ (come here, come here)
he ain’t f*ckin’ her right and he beatin’ her up and he wonder why the lil’ b*tch choosin’ (his dumb ass)
k!llin’ a n*gga so soothin’, lil’ n*gga, give me that gun, you ain’t gon’ use it
that snitchin’ sh*t, 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 flyin’, the n*gga start duckin’ and divin’, he thought he was up in a movie
that b*tch gon’ blow my vibe if she ain’t that and she come around actin’ bougie (the f*ck?)
put a grip and a box on the back of my 19x, now that b*tch sound like an uzi

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 callin’ snooty
f*ck 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

- vonoff1700 lyrics

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