[Verse 1: Futuristic]
My family struggling, I gotta make all this money for them
I don't pretend, everything that I say is some shit that I seen or some shit that I did
I got arrested for getting too turnt at the bar with a couple of friends
I spit on the cops, I eat turkey bacon, I really don't fuck with the pigs
I had a show the next day with like five-hundred people, you know that I jumped in the crowd
I stepped on the stage, everything that I say, they repeat it, they yelling it loud
If you ain't a bitch then name my dick Futuristic then keep my name out your mouth
I got some n***as that shoot, that's Call of Duty, they aiming them things in your house, sheesh

[Hook: Futuristic]
I'm taking care of everybody in my squad
Do your job, I got you, 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 recording 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 doing my thang
Created this lane, I paved the way
Stay my lane, remain the same
My bang is bang
A crazy face you make like when Topanga came
On the Gambino movie with some bangs that hang
I started picking fruit like orangutang
And telling stories 'bout a dream where babies made
(Dude, what the fuck is this n***a even talking 'bout, bruh?)
Clapping for the wrong reasons
You stink like a dog breathing
Know I get more head than a salon
She droolin' like a toddler teething
All these n***as hating on me
Salty cause I'm all-seasoned
I be going like every week
Can't reach me like when you call Jesus (Hello?)
Flow so cold my songs freezing
Bars so sick they cause sneezing
Videos with a million views
Selling albums in like all regions
They know that I been fly
Been fly like a bald eagle
Yo shows is like recess
That bell ringing and they all leaving
[Hook: Futuristic]
I'm working 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 getting sprayed with 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: Shy Grey]
Yeah, 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 you in my presence you are hanging around a gift
Like a tree ornament
Won't keep quiet, got the piece on my hip
If you pussies keep talking shit
Claiming you tight, won't hesitate to bust first
I pre-cum in this bitch
Fuck you pay me, I'm a jiggalo, he comes to get rich
And I'm just having fun with this shit
Finna blow like I didn't see the claymore
They get paid more so I don't have to whip no Nissan down the strip
Half-Latin, half-black
When I'm not two hit Ghost Recon out this bitch, wait
Freeze, pause it real quick
I don't even need the beat on when I spit
Always giving it my three-hundred percent
If they want it, he got it, they saw that he bought it, yeah (Uh)
C fought to get this
And they probably wondering how the fuck C thought of this shit
I don't even know how they think I rap, bring it back
Imma sing on it real quick like, yeah
(N***a, stop singing! Ahhh!)
[Hook: Futuristic]
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