Callin DJ Charlie B (Ft. Duvy)

[Intro: Duvy]
(Ayo, Ashton C)
Whole lot of fuck shit going on
Stayin' away, chasin' a bag, for real
(Beezee)
(LG)
Oh-ah, okay, okay

[Chorus: Duvy]
We made a better livin' from that trench livin'
We was in dirty bandos, dirty kitchens and we all scalin'
I was out there grindin' by myself, it don't stop
Blamin' gang for murder then talkin', it's nonstop
Fast car, new ice, racks long
It always be murder, we don't answer too much phone calls
Bling, money coming, bling
Or murder callin' in
Ain't chose this life, you always wonder why we sin

[Verse 1: Duvy]
We lost some friends
Turned to revenge
When you go through tough shit, hope you never bend
Tryna stay away, but this shit keep on coming to a nigga like the devil's working
Wanna rock and roll with me? Have one in the head with you, we get high
Tough love, but I hold on
New racks, racks long
I be buyin' fly shit, still be spendin' old money
Bitch, this like six hundred in this cup, this is real muddy
Run off with that pack, ain't coming back
I send your bitch to one of my dogs, she ain't coming back
Make my lil' nigga bust your head for some new Balencis
Fuck 'round, hit up Paris, then the island, and Chile
Fuck 'round, hit a ho, poppin' tags, Amiris
Ashing dead guys on two-thousand dollar jeans
We still in the trench
We still duckin' feds
My lil' nigga got a ciggy on your ass