Call It What You Want lyrics
by Kur
Blood is drippin'
Tell them hoes excuse my Christians(Watch It)
Navy Blue Balencies looking like I play for Memphis(Watch It)
I'm playing tennis
Serving all you pus*y n*ggas(Oh Im serving)
You to busy on my di*k get you some pus*y n*gga(f*cking faggot)
Money money money it's what I'm in it for(Get that money)
We at Tasties eating Alfredo and Dinner Rolls
b*tch told me that she dont know how to suck di*k(f*ck?)
Tell yo friends to teach you
That's what friends are for(Oh can you teach me?)
Was in Texas b*tches thought I was a f*cking Prince(Oh he a Prince?)
You f*cking wimp
You ain't got no f*cking chips
Featured on that Gunna Season
n*gga I kept up with Chris
That n*gga he show me love
That's my dog
I f*ck with him(Chris)
n*ggas buying ounces
Ram just bought a f*cking 50 piece(50 piece)
f*ck, is you kidding me?
Y'all run this f*cking strip for me
Where the f*ck would rappers be if I ain't let y'all mimic me?
I ain't got no f*cking
f*ck all y'all
It's NGB
(Female voice) "Kur always fishing"
b*tch I come at every 10 I see
In the kitchen
Baking soda bubble like it's Chemistry
Cook the size of Monster cans
For n*ggas who want energy
Never had no sympathy
For n*ggas that start copping pleas(Start b*tching)
I just left New York
And had some meetings with some A and R's(Deal)
Told me they gone' sign me if I keep it up and stay in charge(Oh they gone' sign me?)
pus*y you ain't playing hard
n*ggas making diss records about me(f*ck outta here)
I just play it smart
Did my thing and made my mark
n*ggas selling dimes
And acting like they knocking bricks off
b*tches that y'all f*ck with make my di*k soft
Big frauds
You ain't gone' do sh*t dog
Toughin' your tweets or when we see you get your sh*t tossed
Homie you a b*tch dog