Regular ft. JusDrew Lyrics

Ha, yeah, ooh, shit,

I said, ha, what I said?

A gram of the shit that I'm smokin' on costs what you make a hour

The whole city ain't believe in me, I had a thousand doubters

Keep mumblin' that hatin' shit, could you say it louder?

Stomach hurtin' and my piss dirty, loud in my bowels

You tryin' to make the team from the stands, you a out-of-bounder

Cuz got that fake ID, say he outta towner

Crackhead said his shit supreme, got designer powders

You mini me, if I was Dr. Evil and this was Austin Powers

Move forward, tell her, step back and throw that ass on me

Sick white boy hit with force, i'd smack Tommy

It get dangerous in that field, don't be funny, tryna act Rodney

Bitch got to preaching off the rock, buddy, crack Gandhi

I need a steak and chicken wrap from Hanini's, I'ma hit my Ocky

I got hot shit comin' out my mouth like I'm spittin' Taki's

Bro got levitation spells on the Glick, he could lift a body

Shot his ass off the Ducati and made him hit a stoppie

Pulled up to court with my shit knockin' crazy, beatin' out the whip

Sax ain't had the jeans, mad as hell, walkin' out the fifth

Lil' dog out of ATL, he said my shit trim

How the fuck you rockin' yellow tint? I need my shit dim

They bandwagon cause they see us the winning they ain't really hip

Old head been grindin' since 06, need to call it quits

That street weed, been goin' to your head, straight up off the rip

These hoes really ain't loyal for nothin', bro, bought your bitch

Bro really loyal to his gun, he won't toss his stick

Beats like some pasta, Ragù bars cause I be saucin' shit

Bro 130 soaking wet, still up the yick and off a bitch

Press decline on some cheap shit, you better up the offer quick

Don't be playin' with my money, tryna duck me, this ain't Limbo

Two guns, hit hard like Slice, this a different kind a Kimbo

I was locked, aint have a clock to tell the time, look out the window

Had the hydroponic set up in the loft, growin' indoor

Ayy, this shit here regular

Don't fold, stick tight until the end, Daniel Bellinger

You playin' middleman, sayin', "Don't shoot, I'm just the messenger"

I got some shit that's 50 for a eighth this better than Perks

Man, what the fuck, yo ass trippin', this destined to work

This shit we doin' regular, oh wait, I said that first

I'm steady chillin' in the Stu, this better than Turks

Just cause he got a gun and a badge, he don't protect and serve