Roger That - Lil Poppa

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' tell 'em 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 rally tell them boys to spin that bitch

But we too clos 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 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' tell 'em 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 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 his

I tried to tell 'em them niggas playing lost still

But fuck it, nigga gon' tell 'em 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