Lobster X Mac ft. KritaCali & Tri Star Lyrics

This shit is degular, baby

Meaning this shit ain't regular, baby

Bartenders put shots in the glass

We toast it up over lobster and mac

Little homie, that weight ain't enough

You gon' have to put that on the scale

(Add it up)we suggest get your cardio up

(Uh-huh) we gon' be running shit for a while

( T.D)

Rise or high, when we down, we never mourning

Most important, we driving forward, your life is born

No extorting, it's all hustle, young Barry Gorton

I'm never pressured into them women, I'm still ignoring

Don't play with money, don't play with mama, don't play with pooty

No games, we walk around like it's Call of Duty

My life a movie, this motion picture, this never Tubi

They say they know me before the money, they never knew me

Came up from the bottom, I've been the problem, don't idolize it

Niggas play around with my family, know when I die about it

Ride about it, if you gon' stand on that, then don't lie about it

Man, you know this shit regular right here

This shit is degular, baby

Meaning this shit ain't regular, baby

Bartenders put shots in the glass

We toast it up over lobster and mac

Little homie, that weight ain't enough

Nah, you gon' have to put that on the scale

Add it up, we suggest get your cardio up

We gon' be running shit for a while

(Tri Star)

Got my mind on my Riches

Nine In my britches, protecting my vision

Head on a swivel, prepared but I'm living

Let's make a toast to the Western Division

Those that I love either dead or in prison

Say what you want, I got bread and I'm chilling

Big Daddy Kane, you can't step in my villa

Stay in your lane, you won't crash in the buildin

Must be insane, think I'm catching some feelin

Too busy focused on stacking some millions

Then to be trying to keep track of some bitches

I'd rather get back in the kitchen, go back to School Be Ah Math-a-mation

This shit is degular, baby

Meaning this shit ain't regular, baby

Bartenders put shots in the glass

We toasted up over lobster and mac

Little homie, that weight ain't enough

Nah, you gon' have to put that on the scale

Add it up, we suggest get your cardio up

We gon' be running shit for a while

(Kritacali)

Light the weed, get a whiff and keep the candles lit

Hercules, Hercules, I can send a lift

A box of these, a cup of lean, baby, take a sip

I mean, we can turn the lights off and make a wish

Take a pic, took a risk, and now these niggas pissed

Ain't that a bitch? How my opp ain't the opposite

Aw shit, hard heads, what we off with

We church out west, he ain't nobody, that's an offering

That's champagne popping, vanilla and chocolate

Clico out the cellar, cigars for the bosses

But most of all the gang, there's nothing larger than that

Chilling with my bitch, eating lobster and mac

This shit is degular, baby

Meaning this shit ain't regular, baby

Bartenders put shots in the glass

We toasted up over lobster and mac

Little homie, that weight ain't enough

Nah, you gon' have to put that on the scale

Add it up, we suggest get your cardio up

We gon' be running shit for a while

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