VAUXHALL' Lyrics

I punch a nigga face off with my bare fucking hands

If you wanna face off, that's a bad fucking plan

I'm Nick Cage, Billy Mays, ox in my hand

I'd do anything to get this bread, that's a simple plan

Scooted to the side, like I don't exist

Rap niggas getting all up in they feels 'bout a list

I've been all up in my field, making hits, like Jackie Rob

Been calling me, that nigga ever since

One check, two checks, one 'nother

New Reg, new nigga , new number

One time, fuck yourself, cold stunner

I make it all work money touching

New Reg, new nigga, new checks, new figures

Wipe my ass with the game like newspaper

Before the movie ended, I was Debo

Spitting Gini, Slippers & Jake, this all EGO

I'm on award tour with two or three hoes Rappers sell they soul to say they video was vevo, ayo

He a pussy? Yeah, we know

We got the memo

Type of nigga, put a hit out and use Venmo

WHOO, I'm on my 10th C-Note

What's real dope y'all fake-hype…Placebo

They holla at me, "Reg, where ya been, bro?"

I been in my pen, bro

Poppin off the bars like a benzo (like 6'5-)

Like 6'5", try to overlook me

One-man Starsky & Hutch, could never be rookie

You want the Bars, go ahead and book me

But y'all moose knuckle, camel toe, and straight pussy

New Reg, new nigga, new checks, new figures

Wipe my ass with the game like newspaper

I could show a nigga love and y'all still hate us

I could show a nigga love and y'all still hate us

One check, two checks, one 'nother

New Reg, new nigga , new number

One time, fuck yourself, cold stunner

I make it all work, money touching

You wanna press Reg? Act foolish

Difference 'tween getting pussy and to exude it

I pull the bass back and strip through it like nudist

Let me get into my story, so y'all know who this

I'm from the neighborhood, next to the neighborhood where certain folk, BOW BOW, shoot you for your goods

Raised living well 'low my means

What I look like posted up with six figure rings?

I'm a star, the big dipper mayne

Mad niggas in Hilfiger mayne

If I'm posted up in her story, I'm still with her man

Let my son shine it, sing it like a Bill Wither' man

I don't rap, brodie, I compose

Even mute niggas call me the bro

Dickmatized, now shordie talk like Radio

Slow ya flow up bro, you bout to scare the hoes

I don't mess with silly hoes, too chit chatty

I don't mess with rap niggas, they chit chatty

Pussy bald, ego mad shaggy

Spit the shit to make a cripple do the cat-daddy

One check, two checks, one 'nother

New Reg, new nigga , new number

One time, fuck yourself, cold stunner

I make it all work, money touching

New Reg, new nigga, new checks, new figures

Wipe my ass with the game like newspaper

I could show a nigga love and y'all still hate us

I could show a nigga love and y'all still hate us

"You know what Reg you right, new money, new clothes, and new bitches

Now you got me thinking about my ex and shit

And that bitch still got my goddamn hoodie, fuck!"