Callon B - D.w.A. lyrics

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Callon B - D.w.A. lyrics

[Chorus: Callon B and Toven] (CB) Go do your thang if it don't effect me (T) I will disrespect you if you disrespect me (CB) I ain't in my right mind (T) What's a matter with you? (CB) This is my life (T) f**ing right I got an attitude, I don't try to do you (CB) You can't tell me what to do (T) I don't try to do you (CB) You can't tell me what to do (T) I don't try to do you (CB) You can' tell me what to do, got me f**ed up (T) I mix d** with my attitude [Verse 1: Callon B] Drop that a** like you dropped a cla** girl f** is up? Pop a tab split a zag, not my sh** but hit a bump This exactly what the f** it sounds like try to judge Finger to you hypocrites I can't lie I love them d** Ayahuasca in my cup take me to a distant land Hit me if your getting trippy, know I can't resist it man sh** is almost instant man you put it on your Instagram Bet they pin it on you when you in a jam I got an attitude issue, what's a matter with this dude? I'm 21 now I need to purchase a pistol Talking 9mm patients thinner than centimeters When they busting down my door, trigger finger is getting eager Turn you into believers, guess I will be the Lamb Die in a pool of blood before I go to a FEMA camp Bet you don't understand, half of you probably won't Maybe I'll live forever, only the Father knows But I'm the bad guy, oh what a sad lie A functioning addict, mother f**ers like "Yeah right You're just a pot head one day you will drop dead" But you head to the Doctor he's like "Here you can pop this" [Chorus: Callon B and Toven] [Verse 2: Toven] Now when you're talking to me, better be talking about money Callon hit me on the phone, I told him lets get skully I got a couple of zan bars and a pint of some muddy I might be clutching, rolling off something or serving up junkies Bruh told her drop that a** but I will make that b**h twerk it It's for certain, I'm pearling up purple She wet like Squirtle, I'm swerving when turning, vision all blurry Damn I really need to slow it down Two drags off the port and two shots of the Crown Oowee, I think I'm feeling woozy These floozies keep bothering but no time for groupies On a drug related grind with a unregistered nine Plus I got a bad attitude don't make me unwind Press rewind these substances f**ing up my mind But its okay, T-Tay, got in place Stay out of my space, you get replaced with big blunts to the face So now I plead my case i avoid all mistakes by never leaving a trace They following me so I lead them on a chase Grab your plate and eat you some food This n***a Smooth, that n***a Toven cool Hootie woo and what it do? I'm on that juice [Chorus: Callon B and Toven]