Gucci Boy Official - Call Of Duty Lyrics

Let's get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on

Let's get it on
Don't be offended
I know that I'm small, but I'm mighty too
With my boys you know that's my crew

You can come with your friends like two
We gon' multiply, we gon' do times two
Money chasing gang, all my boys they be making bread
Come with us we gon' make you fresh

With the trauma me I be setting trends
Ayy, nobody fit to try me
I be gangster for my city
No big guardiola, I'm not talking bout man city

Now money de call, call it
With the ball, ballin
Money de call, call it
With the ball, ballin

Call off, call off, call off
Call off duty, call off, call off
Call off, call off, call off
Call off, call off, call off

Call off duty, call off, call off
Call off, call off, call off
Now wise men don't tell me before
If you no work you no go chop my bro

Trust process don't sell your soul
This life don't rush just take em slow
Money chasing gang, all my boys they be making bread
Come with us we gon' make you fresh

With the trauma me I be setting trends
Ayy, nobody fit to try me
I be gangsta for my city
No big guardiola, I'm not talking bout me city

Naa money de call, callin
With the ball, ballin
Money de call, callin
With the ball, ballin

Call off, call off, call off
Call off duty, call off, call off
Call off, call off, call off
Call off, call off, call off

Call off, call off, duty
Call off, call off, call off
Call off duty
A wise men don tell me before

If you no work you no go chop my bro
Trust process don't sell your soul
This life don't rush just take em slow
Call off duty