[Intro: $tupid Young]
Huh
Yeah

[Verse 1: $tupid Young]
Fuck the other side, I don't fuck with 'em
If you fuckin' with the opps, you better duck with 'em
Afficial be the label, bitch, I'm stuck with 'em
Forty have his face like a truck hit him
Bitch, I got a bullet with your name on it
Every car rollin' through the hood, bang on it
Forty with a beam, put some aim on it
Shot him in his calves like I put LeBron James on it
Bitch, we don't snitch, we don't testify
Smokin' OG got me hella high
He say he want smoke, hope he don't never try
'Cause we gon' pull up on him like we exercise
Gangsters in designer, yeah, we hella fly
Gangsters don't die, bitch, we multiply
RIP my locs, lookin' in the sky
I'ma keep it lit 'til the day I die
N***a spittin' straight facts
Put that on the gang, motherfucker, I can bang that
And I put that on my A hat

[Chorus: $tupid Young]
You know I ride with them blowers, my hood raised a soldier
Gotta keep a heat 'cause these streets gettin' colder
Ooh, we be strapped with them Glocks and the Uzis
Sprayin' shit like it's Call of Duty
Call of Duty, Call of Duty
You know we be strapped with them Uzis
Call of Duty, Call of Duty
I'ma ride for my n***as when it's duty

[Verse 2: CellyRu]
Big sippin', heavy on purple liquid
N***as justify tellin', like, "How he told wasn't snitchin'"
Real n***a, me and these rappers is hella different
Pyru, but my lefthand pocket always be crippin'
On a mission, lil' bro drillin' for, yeah I sent him
Top shotta, get the bundles
On Jesus, you headshot him up, gang
I was just broke, playin' with fiddles
Cut my homie off, that n***a was phony
Playin' the middle, you hear me?
Yeeky is here, if it ain't on me, it's near me
Dear Marcus, I know you watchin', I been missin' you dearly
I'm clearly stuck in this shit, if you don't like it, come kill me
Put a P on your head like you play for the Phillies
Trappin' to 50, black Ru clutchin' ten milly
N***as say what they gon' do but ain't nobody that silly
Ride with four nicky, broke until I got out the city
These politics shitty, real n***a rarer than Nitty, n***a
[Chorus: $tupid Young]
You know I ride with them blowers, my hood raised a soldier
Gotta keep a heat 'cause these streets gettin' colder
Ooh, we be strapped with them Glocks and the Uzis
Sprayin' shit like it's Call of Duty
Call of Duty, Call of Duty
You know we be strapped with them Uzis
Call of Duty, Call of Duty
I'ma ride for my n***as when it's duty