Drakeo The Ruler, JoogSZN - Social Media Can’t Help You lyrics

You've been bangin' your whole life
Still a nobody if I slide me right now
Who want more bodies? Shit yeah,  nobody
In the trenches, I'm a gremlin
 I got four bodies
You a gremlin, who you kill? yeah,  nobody
Tryna go against the don wearin' Foamposites
Got LeBron,  goin' Jordan, you gon' jump, man
Wouldn't even take his chains
He be pump fakin'
Who wan' romp with the don?
I'm a throat taker
Grim reaper in the night, I'm a soul snatcher
What we on? Is we
Beefin' or we chit-chattin'?
You poppin' it all on the 'Gram
We gon' chinstrap you

Million followers and none of
'em can't help you
Tell 'em jump up out the screen


I'm playin' Elvis
All headshots, but he felt it in his pelvis
You woofin' to the streets
Social media can't help you
A million followers and none of
'em can't help you
Tell 'em jump up out the screen
I'm playin' Elvis
Twitter fingers, it's about to get deadly
You woofin' to the streets
Social media can't help you
A million followers and none of
'em can't help you
Tell 'em jump up out the screen
I'm playin' Elvis
Twitter fingers, it's about to get deadly
I catch you in the street
Social media can't help you

Social media can't help you
RIP'ed his mans on social media, he tellin'
I'm a convicted felon
He add me on the 'Gram
The police always bein' messy
Lookin' for a gun
The police all up in my section
What's the message? Workin' with the team
Might as well been a detective
Wanna pull me over 'cause he
Say my plates from Texas
Talkin' like he know I got
A stash, I feel threatened
I feel threatened mister expert
All up in my ear, social media is hectic
I ain't kill nobody
I ain't even finna answer
Trouble keep on callin'
I ain't even finna answer
You woofin' to the streets
Social media can't help you

Shit, shit
Nigga got all them followers and all that
Million followers and all that, nigga
Tell 'em jump up out that screen, nigga
Social media can't help you

A million followers and none of
'em can't help you
Tell 'em jump up out the screen
I'm playin' Elvis
Twitter fingers, it's about to get deadly
You woofin' to the streets
Social media can't help you
A million followers and none of
'em can't help you
Tell 'em jump up out the screen
I'm playin' Elvis
Twitter fingers, it's about to get deadly
I catch you in the street
Social media can't help you
(This call is being recorded)

Yeah, what's up, bro? Ayy
Talkin' all that slick shit on Twitter, bro
Drop your location
I'm 'bout to pull up right now
I got my niggas with me
And they don't give a fuck about life
They don't care about nothin'
These niggas don't even raise they kids
You think they give a fuck about your life
Nigga?
One of my nigga's mamas is dyin', nigga
She dyin'
The other one ain't even seen his mama, nigga
So you better believe, nigga
So what's up, nigga, is you ready to go?
Ayy, hold on, bro nigga, let's roll
The fuck is you on? All
That pump faking and talking
(This real, nigga) nigga, let's ride, nigga
(Ayy, I'm on the motherfuckin' way, nigga)
I ain't wastin' no time with nothin', nigga
(Niggas tryna slide, nigga)
When I get to pull up
And clickin' on these niggas
Ayy, look, nigga, we ready
We got all the shit's, shit's, shit's, nigga
Here, nigga, you take mine then
Nigga, let's go ayy, we got two of
These motherfuckers, nigga, i'm on my way
Let's roll, friends
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