Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roger That, artist - Lil Poppa.
Date of issue: 06.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roger That |
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 |