Regions ft. Mello Rello Lyrics

Brrp

Mello

Skrrt, skrrt

Ls

Tribe

Cash

Hold up

I'm in the parking lot at Regions

Skrrt, skrrt

Another deposit, drop this evening

Cash, cash

All these Jacksons, bae, you really gotta beat it

Hee, hee

She lookin' healthy, that's exactly how I'm eatin

Ayy, naw foreal

Ooh

Lookin' at me like she need me

Ayy, naw foreal

Ooh

And I just fucked it up at Neiman

Cash, cash

Yeah

They know my government and Beaman

Mellow

Rell I

Ooh

I got some bubba in from Phoenix

Gas

I just pull up and get top on the low

Top

I just pull up and get guap on the low

Guap

Bandana tied up like Pac on the low

You know Mello like Garopalo

Got away from 12 before they got to the door

Yeah

Mr. Clean, how I'm moppin' the floor

Listerine, how I'm all in her throat

Two freaks trying to sandwich me, but I want the bread

I don't really want the pussy meat, but I'll take some head

My young niggas tote them bone crushers they ain't never scared

They ain't gone let you pop your fuccin trunk, they gone pop at your head

Three different accounts 3 different amounts yeah

I might spin the block before I go in the house yea

I don't really got to say too much, she already know what I'm bout yea

She can't really say too much your bitch got dick in her mouth yea

We don't really play too much this shit get wicked in the south yea

So every month a quarter p of loud and it's on me in the house

Man that's fucked up, had to hit my lil bitch she like what's up

I'm like shit you know what it is, running my bucks up

She know I got the answers think I'm Bubba Chuck

So she up the guts, I might m6 the coupe basketball the guts

My dawg might drop the roof then poof go your slut