Mozzy – Death Is Callin (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Mozzy is back again, this time with “Death Is Callin”. Listen, watch the video, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by Jay P Bangz.

Mozzy Death Is Callin

Months after the release of Beyond Bulletproof, and Mozzy is preparing to drop off another new project. The rapper returned this morning a chilling new banger titled, “Death Is Callin” as he kicks off the campaign for Occupational Hazard. Keeping the streets of the West Coast at the forefront, he delivers a sinister banger detailing the risks and losses that come with the game. The eerie piano keys and spooky synths emphasize this horror while Mozzy reflects on the loss of friends and associates to the streets.

Mozzy – Death Is Callin (prod. Jay P Bangz)

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Big dawg, my circumference is full of those
I’m uncomfortable ’round these hoes ’cause I know they gave ’em the drop
My dawg facin’ murder, they think I gave him the chop
Paid attorney service, they think I gave him the guap
I’m a fella, baby
And we confirmed the allegations, niggas tellin’, baby
It ain’t a time the suckers died and we ain’t celebrated
We’ll have ’em section off your section like it’s segregated
Ayy, heavy doses when indulgin’ in the medication, medicated
Ayy, how it’s millions in his bank and he uneducated?
You better not pull up to mi casa without no reservation
Blind niggas lead the blind without no destination
I press ignore and I ain’t answer, I think death was callin’
And then I got a text from brother like the check was callin’
We hecksa ballin’, nigga hecksa hella extra ballin’
It’s HGM until I’m tortured, I’ma rep regardless
Yeah, we gon’ step regardless

[Chorus]
I press ignore and I ain’t answer, I think death was callin’
My youngin died eleventh grade, ain’t get a chance to ball him
We gon’ pop these bottles for him, lift your Rollies up
And never speak his name in vain if you gon’ blow it up
I press ignore and I ain’t answer, I think death was callin’
My youngin died eleventh grade, ain’t get a chance to ball him
We gon’ pop these bottles for him, lift your Rollies up
And never speak his name in vain if you gon’ blow it up

[Verse 2]
Uh, demonic behavior, it’s hard to savor
Switchin’ jerseys in the fourth quarter on us, them niggas traitors
If he don’t bet the fader, we gon’ strip him for his paper
Duckin’ off in Vegas with a mansion by the Raiders
The fallen ain’t forgotten, I’ma bee you niggas later
Yeah, youngin ‘nem forever in my favor
40 with the laser, HGM leather blazer
Multi-million dollar neighbors, throw the sixes on the scraper (Ah)
Miss me with the hatin’, I got guala on the menu
Niggas holler 4th, but I’m for surely that ain’t in you
Ayy, call me for the kill ’cause that’s the type of shit I’m into
You ain’t cook nobody when you caught him, you was fin’ to
Fella in my trenches, niggas treat me like the Big U, on God
We ain’t drivin’ by, we finna skid through
You just see the shine and don’t acknowledge what we been through
I tell ’em all the time, “Your time comin’ if it’s meant to,” on God

[Chorus]
I press ignore and I ain’t answer, I think death was callin’
My youngin died eleventh grade, ain’t get a chance to ball him
We gon’ pop these bottles for him, lift your Rollies up
And never speak his name in vain if you gon’ blow it up
I press ignore and I ain’t answer, I think death was callin’
My youngin died eleventh grade, ain’t get a chance to ball him
We gon’ pop these bottles for him, lift your Rollies up
And never speak his name in vain if you gon’ blow it up

[Outro]
(This is Jay P Bangz)