"Roger That" lyrics
Drum Dummie Dummie Dummie
Sun down to sun up when I'm around they don't never put the guns down
My brother told me I cost too much to risk
And on top of that I be talking too much shit
But fuck it nigga gone head and roger that
What I do they follow that don't spit that out girl swallow that
Mr. Get The Head don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my dm asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to pm 24/7 you can call the trap
I am not a rapper baby I don't like to call it rap
Official book bag boy everybody round me strapped
Don't know what happened to that last boy ain't nobody round me clap
Disrespect this shit he on your ass boy that's my lil soulja there
You can pull up anytime of day bet my lil soulja there
Bitch it's over I thought I told you that aye you too messy why you posting that
I can really tell them boys to spend that bitch but we too close for that
Like we don't know where they loafing at
No we ain't playing call a coach for that
Another win make a toast to that
Just got a call say I'm in rolling stone
Thinking I'm hotter than your favorite rapper
Ain't got a chain or a rollie on now
Now I got to go get another phone new number you can't call this one
Everybody would have the knowledge if we all listened
Tryna walk but they ain't craw with me I can't trip shit my dawg switching
This whole different type of living but a lot of shit ain't y'all business
I just filled a opp hoe up with back shots all Ricky's
Shit I tried to let the bro hit her but I know my dawg picky
But fuck it nigga gone head and roger that
What I do they follow that don't spit that out girl swallow that
Mr. Get The Head don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my dm asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to pm 24/7 you can call the trap
I am not a rapper baby I don't like to call it rap
Official book bag boy everybody round me strapped
Don't know what happened to that last boy ain't nobody round me clap
Disrespect this shit he on your ass boy that's my lil soulja there
You got the drop she there so focus there
Don't let nobody know you there
Don't take no pics don't post you there
Big Wildchild you know it's rare
Anytime she text me dollar signs I know it's hair
So what I do? I keep it playa like keep it cute go get your nails, done
My Uncle Don a Muslim I'm covered by every prayer
Mama a Christian when I get to tripping she put holy water behind my ear
But I'm thuggin thy shall not fear, forgive em thy shall not kill
That's what my OG told me and every nigga played with him got his
2014 it got real, still traumatized that's why I got pills
Heard my lil brother died I just caught chills
Fresh bomb jit say he finna off his, I tried to tell em them niggas playing lost still
But fuck it nigga gone head and roger that
What I do they follow that don't spit that out girl swallow that
Mr. Get The Head don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my dm asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to pm 24/7 you can call the trap
I am not a rapper baby I don't like to call it rap
Official book bag boy everybody round me strapped
Don't know what happened to that last boy ain't nobody round me clap
Disrespect this shit he on your ass boy that's my lil soulja there
Sun down to sun up when I'm around they don't never put the guns down
My brother told me I cost too much to risk
And on top of that I be talking too much shit
But fuck it nigga gone head and roger that
What I do they follow that don't spit that out girl swallow that
Mr. Get The Head don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my dm asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to pm 24/7 you can call the trap
I am not a rapper baby I don't like to call it rap
Official book bag boy everybody round me strapped
Don't know what happened to that last boy ain't nobody round me clap
Disrespect this shit he on your ass boy that's my lil soulja there
You can pull up anytime of day bet my lil soulja there
Bitch it's over I thought I told you that aye you too messy why you posting that
I can really tell them boys to spend that bitch but we too close for that
Like we don't know where they loafing at
No we ain't playing call a coach for that
Another win make a toast to that
Just got a call say I'm in rolling stone
Thinking I'm hotter than your favorite rapper
Ain't got a chain or a rollie on now
Now I got to go get another phone new number you can't call this one
Everybody would have the knowledge if we all listened
Tryna walk but they ain't craw with me I can't trip shit my dawg switching
This whole different type of living but a lot of shit ain't y'all business
I just filled a opp hoe up with back shots all Ricky's
Shit I tried to let the bro hit her but I know my dawg picky
But fuck it nigga gone head and roger that
What I do they follow that don't spit that out girl swallow that
Mr. Get The Head don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my dm asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to pm 24/7 you can call the trap
I am not a rapper baby I don't like to call it rap
Official book bag boy everybody round me strapped
Don't know what happened to that last boy ain't nobody round me clap
Disrespect this shit he on your ass boy that's my lil soulja there
You got the drop she there so focus there
Don't let nobody know you there
Don't take no pics don't post you there
Big Wildchild you know it's rare
Anytime she text me dollar signs I know it's hair
So what I do? I keep it playa like keep it cute go get your nails, done
My Uncle Don a Muslim I'm covered by every prayer
Mama a Christian when I get to tripping she put holy water behind my ear
But I'm thuggin thy shall not fear, forgive em thy shall not kill
That's what my OG told me and every nigga played with him got his
2014 it got real, still traumatized that's why I got pills
Heard my lil brother died I just caught chills
Fresh bomb jit say he finna off his, I tried to tell em them niggas playing lost still
But fuck it nigga gone head and roger that
What I do they follow that don't spit that out girl swallow that
Mr. Get The Head don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my dm asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to pm 24/7 you can call the trap
I am not a rapper baby I don't like to call it rap
Official book bag boy everybody round me strapped
Don't know what happened to that last boy ain't nobody round me clap
Disrespect this shit he on your ass boy that's my lil soulja there
Writer(s): Janarious Wheeler, Tevin Revells
