Illegal (Regal)

What's up FrancKo?
4...
Recluso, they ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready
Y'all Ain't ready
YER!

It's illegal
Rolling up some regal
Desert eagle
Pull up from the free throw (Aye!)
I don't see you (YER) (YER) (YER)
Push up on my people (my people)
It's so lethal
My gas is so illegal
Stoned, so it's written
I'm balling, I'm pitching, I'm hitting (woo!)
You're sinking, bitch
Quit all your bitching
Before I cut ties like a ribbon (Aye!) (woo!)
I'm defying the rules and the rhythm
I read all the codes and I hid them
I'll eyeing the prize and I'm eyeing these women
Thank God for the way that I'm living

I know the devil happy every time I sin
Always repent
Never late
Just like the rent
Benjis blue like the Tint
Got more money than the lint
Got dirty (YER) (YER) (YER)
Just like Flint
Jump on this dick and I'll pay your rent (Aye!)
On a new wave and yo bitch wet
So I swim (Aye!)
You thought it was impossible
But she is Kim (I am Ron, Aye!)
Yeah, uh
And you look off
I'm like "hmm" (Aye!)
I don't give a fuck
I'm rolling like the rims (woo, skrt!)
My girl in the middle
My swag is official
And I got my hat to the right (ger! rightt)
She hot as the summer
She call me her plumber and I'm gonna give her the pipe (yer! pipee)
I fuck em in doubles
And that is no trouble
Don't fuck your bitch cuz I might
(Mightt)
She let me eat
I made her skeet
And I just call that a swipe (Ya!)

Smoking on something so potent (what)
My hundreds blue like the ocean
They bow to the king
I'm so noble (it's Louis)
Designer my fit
Versace aroma (on me)
Come get your bitch
Ima bone her
Hotbox the whip
Ima stoner (whoa)
Pistol dirty
It's a loaner (damn)
Got the work stashed in the regal
I flex like Johnny, no Cena (ya ya ya)
I keep that ocho, no cinco (oo)
Shooter like Gilbert arenas (ya)
I keep that petrol, no BP (oo ya)
Look at my diamonds (oo)
They 3D (ya)
I'm a musician (oo)
Cloudini (ya)
I pass the rock, you can't see it (ya)
I'm like The Rock
You can't see me (ya)
Wrist is too cold
It's anemic (anemic)
Wrist is on froze
It's a freezer (don't turn off the lights)
I'm not your MCM
Please do not mention me (no)
Talking that shit, but you better not step to me (no)
Niggas is trash and they just like the hefty be
I am the shit and that just like the septic be
Dressed like a scammer (lit)
Protected by charging my manners (licks)
Doing this daily like planners
575 to Atlanta, YER!



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Writer(s): Frank Hogan
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