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(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 gon' head and roger that What I do they follow that Don't spit that out, gir,l 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 P.M, 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 Ayy, you too messy, why you posting that? I can really tеll them boys to spin that bitch But we too close for that Likе, 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 SongtexteJust 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 ho 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 gon' head and roger that What I do they follow that Don't spit that out, gir,l 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 P.M, 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 th 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, shit, I know it's her So what I do? I keep it player 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 hit 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 [?] I tried to tell 'em them niggas playing lost still But fuck it, nigga gon' head and roger that What I do they follow that Don't spit that out, gir,l 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 P.M, 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 Aus Songtexte Mania