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Abgr Lil Cory - Roll Call Lyrics

Roll Call Lyrics[Intro]
(Euphoric)
(Ziad)

[Chorus: ABGR Lil Cory]
They can tear the hood down, that shit won't make me leave
How I ran it up, this shit off dope and I ain't touch a ki'
I got under armor, shit be strong I and ain't get no degree
Niggas goin' broke tryna keep up 'cause they can't fuck with me
We got fiends lined outside the trap, this shit like roll call
Asian plug be showin' love, he know I get them 'bows off

[Verse 1: ABGR Lil Cory]
Too high off the drank, I poured a four, I damn near dozed off
He had 'posed to die, we seen the opp, that pussy drove off
Bro ran up two hundred fifty thousand, did it off the raw
I had put some diamonds in my teeth, you see it when I talk
I don't work no job, the Drac' be hittin', this bitch be gettin' off
Really could've signed myself, lil' nigga, I'm my own boss
We don't let no hoes inside this spot 'cause this the 'bow house
Before it was a trend, was doin' shit that they ain't know 'bout
I can coach the game, I really did this shit they talkin' 'bout
My plug show me love, I spent so much that I can't run out

[Chorus: ABGR Lil Cory & Action Pack]
They can tear the hood down, that shit won't make me leave
How I ran it up, this shit off dope and I ain't touch a ki'
I got under armor, shit be strong I and ain't get no degree
Niggas goin' broke tryna keep up 'cause they can't fuck with me
We got fiends lined outside the trap, this shit like roll call
Asian plug be showin' love (Yeah), he know I get them 'bows off (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Action Pack]
Boxes came in, get off by myself, I don't need no help (Nothing)
Run a hundred up in thirty days, I make this shit look easy (Yeah)
Yeah, juggin', I got stupid plays, my line stay blowin' up
Fucked around and I got rich, now bitches tryna eat my nuts (Oh)
Trapped so hard, I broke the hinges off the door, all my shits swinging (Swinging)
Bag smell like onion, under armor, lil' nigga, this shit's stinking (It's reeking)
I got rich off turkey bags, I ain't never do no scam
I got more plays than a gas station, all this clientele (Yeah)
Sellin' 93 supreme, whole things, I ain't break it down
I'm a hustler, nigga, I can shake back off a quarter ounce (Yeah)
Real dope boy, I'ma hit the trap, beat the crack out (Yeah)
I've been gettin' money, couple hundred, nigga, that ain't nothing (Yeah)