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Do Not Disturb Video (MV)




Performed By: Atholic
Language: English
Written by: ATHAN TUCKER




Atholic - Do Not Disturb Lyrics




Aye, phone on do not disturb
Don't wanna talk I don't know what you heard
Ain't hit her back she got kicked to the curb
Trap phone was tucked I was servin the herb

Aye, phone on do not disturb
Don't wanna talk I don't know what you heard
Ain't hit her back she got kicked to the curb
Trap phone was tucked I was servin the herb

My phone, is on do not disturb
Nigga, I mean it's f*ck what you heard
No cannabis club but we was servin the herb
The cookie and runtz or I was servin the Nerdz

But I ride wit my nigga Atholic red did the purge
If the bitch ain't bout a bag get ready for the curb
I been pimpin sendin the bitch I'm always on the splurge
I said I'm ready for the splurge

But the phone on do not disturb, the hottest shit
Hutton the niggas we got the chops in the sticks
Put the phone on do not disturb and block me the bitch
And she on my Instagram she watching my shit

Necks blowin up ya phone when you hot like this
I'm too real lil nigga and you not like this
You gettin money, but you not like this
Don't wanna talk to you baby if you not my bitch

Aye, phone on do not disturb
Don't wanna talk I don't know what you heard
Ain't hit her back she got kicked to the curb
Trap phone was tucked I was servin the herb

Aye, phone on do not disturb
Don't wanna talk I don't know what you heard
Ain't hit her back she got kicked to the curb
Trap phone was tucked I was servin the herb

Phone off cuz I gotta get this dough tall
Yo loss I ain't picking up yo phone calls
Get it off , I had dope smoke by my drawls
Back it off I got lost hope and withdraws

Feelin lost I had nightmares bout a setup
Trippin balls missin phone calls paranoia
Goin wrong when you smoke strong marijuana
Right go wrong here in northern california

Taxin the people I kept on finnesin
Phone in my pocket that shit was blessin
Turn off yo phone I could teach you a lesson
Do not disturb I count money for breakfast

I don't want yo 2 cents bitch I need a million
Yo shit trash they don't even wanna hear it
But my shit, that's that real shit you can feel it
But my shit, that's that real shit you can feel this

Aye, phone on do not disturb
Don't wanna talk I don't know what you heard
Ain't hit her back she got kicked to the curb
Trap phone was tucked I was servin the herb

Aye, phone on do not disturb
Don't wanna talk I don't know what you heard
Ain't hit her back she got kicked to the curb
Trap phone was tucked I was servin the herb
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Aye, phone on do not disturb
Don't wanna talk I don't know what you heard
Ain't hit her back she got kicked to the curb
Trap phone was tucked I was servin the herb

Aye, phone on do not disturb
Don't wanna talk I don't know what you heard
Ain't hit her back she got kicked to the curb
Trap phone was tucked I was servin the herb

My phone, is on do not disturb
Nigga, I mean it's f*ck what you heard
No cannabis club but we was servin the herb
The cookie and runtz or I was servin the Nerdz

But I ride wit my nigga Atholic red did the purge
If the bitch ain't bout a bag get ready for the curb
I been pimpin sendin the bitch I'm always on the splurge
I said I'm ready for the splurge

But the phone on do not disturb, the hottest shit
Hutton the niggas we got the chops in the sticks
Put the phone on do not disturb and block me the bitch
And she on my Instagram she watching my shit

Necks blowin up ya phone when you hot like this
I'm too real lil nigga and you not like this
You gettin money, but you not like this
Don't wanna talk to you baby if you not my bitch

Aye, phone on do not disturb
Don't wanna talk I don't know what you heard
Ain't hit her back she got kicked to the curb
Trap phone was tucked I was servin the herb

Aye, phone on do not disturb
Don't wanna talk I don't know what you heard
Ain't hit her back she got kicked to the curb
Trap phone was tucked I was servin the herb

Phone off cuz I gotta get this dough tall
Yo loss I ain't picking up yo phone calls
Get it off , I had dope smoke by my drawls
Back it off I got lost hope and withdraws

Feelin lost I had nightmares bout a setup
Trippin balls missin phone calls paranoia
Goin wrong when you smoke strong marijuana
Right go wrong here in northern california

Taxin the people I kept on finnesin
Phone in my pocket that shit was blessin
Turn off yo phone I could teach you a lesson
Do not disturb I count money for breakfast

I don't want yo 2 cents bitch I need a million
Yo shit trash they don't even wanna hear it
But my shit, that's that real shit you can feel it
But my shit, that's that real shit you can feel this

Aye, phone on do not disturb
Don't wanna talk I don't know what you heard
Ain't hit her back she got kicked to the curb
Trap phone was tucked I was servin the herb

Aye, phone on do not disturb
Don't wanna talk I don't know what you heard
Ain't hit her back she got kicked to the curb
Trap phone was tucked I was servin the herb
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Writer: ATHAN TUCKER
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