Roger Dat ft. Brudda! Lyrics

Roger that

We go way back

Like four flats on a caddy

I don't type on internet

Just send a addy

Way before she sex me

She was texting saying daddy

I can work

My wrist inside the bowl

Like it's fantastic

I learned

To stretch and flip

My bankroll like gymnastics

I rode in black truck

With a little stretch

Like it's elastic

She don't think she thick

But that shit sit

Without no panties

My bro stuck in court

Cause he got caught

Trying to up the ante

I'm in this bitch

Burning rubber

Inside the track

Fuck up the plastic

Nigga show you some paper

You say you riding

That bitch a rat

Never say they tried

And I didn't slide

Call it cap

I don't turn my back

When shit get hard

I just adapt

Yea yea

Speak on me

Speak factual

Mask up trying to massacres

These niggas be characters

Can't do nothing but laugh

Turn myself to factor

Think about me think action

They looking for me

I'm locked with

Brudda in the lab

Need that street eater

I hit the gas

It crawl down the block

Had to struggle for this shit

It took a lot

I ain't jumping ship

On none of my gang

They trying to roll

I'm going to rock

Used to play it cool

Knowing I'm the hottest

Roger that

We go way back

Like four flats on a caddy

I don't type on internet

Just send a addy

Way before she sex me

She was texting saying daddy

I can work

My wrist inside the bowl

Like it's fantastic

I learned