D.w.A.

[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) Fucking 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 fucked up
(T) I mix drugs with my attitude

[Verse 1: Callon B]

Drop that ass like you dropped a class girl fuck is up?
Pop a tab split a zag, not my shit but hit a bump
This exactly what the fuck it sounds like try to judge
Finger to you hypocrites I can't lie I love them drugs
Ayahuasca in my cup take me to a distant land
Hit me if your getting trippy, know I can't resist it man
Shit 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 fuckers 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 ass but I will make that bitch 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 fucking 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 nigga Smooth, that nigga Toven cool
Hootie woo and what it do? I'm on that juice

[Chorus: Callon B and Toven]