Death Is Callin

Big dawg, my circumference is full of those

I'm uncomfortable 'round these hoes 'cause I know they gave 'em the drop

My dawg facin' murder, they think I gave him the chop

Paid attorney service, they think I gave him the guap

I'm a fella, baby

And we confirmed the allegations, niggas tellin', baby

It ain't a time the suckers died and we ain't celebrated

We'll have 'em section off your section likе it's segregated

Ayy, hеavy doses when indulgin' in the medication, medicated

Ayy, how it's millions in his bank and he uneducated?

You better not pull up to mi casa without no reservation

Blind niggas lead the blind without no destination

I press ignore and I ain't answer, I think death was callin'

And then I got a text from brother like the check was callin'

We hecksa ballin', nigga hecksa hella extra ballin'

It's HGM until I'm tortured, I'ma rep regardless

Yeah, we gon' step regardless

I press ignore and I ain't answer, I think death was callin'

My youngin died eleventh grade, ain't get a chance to ball him

We gon' pop these bottles for him, lift your Rollies up

And never speak his name in vain if you gon' blow it up

I press ignore and I ain't answer, I think death was callin'

My youngin died eleventh grade, ain't get a chance to ball him

We gon' pop these bottles for him, lift your Rollies up

And never speak his name in vain if you gon' blow it up

Uh, demonic behavior, it's hard to savor

Switchin' jerseys in the fourth quarter on us, them niggas traitors

If he don't bet the fader, we gon' strip him for his paper

Duckin' off in Vegas with a mansion by the Raiders

The fallen ain't forgotten, I'ma bee you niggas later

Yeah, youngin 'nem forever in my favor

40 with the laser, HGM leather blazer

Multi-million dollar neighbors, throw the sixes on the scraper (Ah)

Miss me with the hatin', I got guala on the menu

Niggas holler 4th, but I'm for surely that ain't in you

Ayy, call me for the kill 'cause that's the type of shit I'm into

You ain't cook nobody when you caught him, you was fin' to

Fella in my trenches, niggas treat me like the Big U, on God

We ain't drivin' by, we finna skid through

You just see the shine and don't acknowledge what we been through

I tell 'em all the time: Your time comin' if it's meant to, on God

I press ignore and I ain't answer, I think death was callin'

My youngin died eleventh grade, ain't get a chance to ball him

We gon' pop these bottles for him, lift your Rollies up

And never speak his name in vain if you gon' blow it up

I press ignore and I ain't answer, I think death was callin'

My youngin died eleventh grade, ain't get a chance to ball him

We gon' pop these bottles for him, lift your Rollies up

And never speak his name in vain if you gon' blow it up

(This is Jay P Bangz)