Regulah
Guru linkin like a cuban yeah
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
I'm Sensei who the fuck are you
Ayo tell yo friends that they need to step it up
They worried bout the wrong shit they so regulah
Ima STLien (yeah) ima predator
Come round the clan we'll get you fuckin faded up
Aye bitch whats the sitch sound nervous losing pitch
Wanna kiss I know french bonjour onna bitch
Aye bitch whats the sitch sound nervous losing pitch
Wanna kiss I know french bonjour onna bitch
Blossom with the buttercup and I ain't talkin flowers
You can keep that Remy I just like the money showers
These n*ggas worth 50 cent claiming they got power
Im that boy they wish to be got metaphors and similies
I count my racks I count my cheese
Shaolin tatted on my sleeve you wanna go then you can leave
Like nicki said it wasn't me fuck the fame fuck the greed
I stack my racks I stack my cheese
Im bout dat pie kowabunga stacking bread
loafs on wonder
808 you feel da drummer
Its drip season every year im gunna
Fix ya face for it breaks clapback patty cake
Im trynna make my figures skate burn a L and meditate
Fix ya face for it breaks clapback patty cake
Im trynna make my figures skate burn a L and meditate
I hit a woosah dey feeling me kama sutra
Beast mode im Future ima monster in the booth-yah
Money on hopscotch jump in my bag
Light up the blunt thats a cloudy forecast
Step on you n*ggas im not your real dad
Blowin shit down bitch im big bad
Dese n*ggas been trash they don't rap right
Never had a dim light always been bright
Dese n*ggas wasn't ready they'll never be ready
I'll haunt em in they dreams bitchboy i'm Freddy
Da Don is a hence I gotta stay patient
I will not fall stay balanced meditation
Im only going up to see a better view
So a fuckboy can't kill my mood
I smoke bamboo hemppie n*gga groove
But I'll still twist a n*gga like a corkscrew
But I still finese n*ggas out they loot
Wanna play games that you know you'll lose
Stay humble chop hoes by the double
Skrt skrt out my way fuck out my bubble
I got the pieces they tumbled creases
My flow cold (brrrrr) anemic
I am in first take off im leaving
Yo n*gga broke fuckboy stay seated
Broke as a fuck why are you speaking
Better stay woke lil bitch you tweaking
We are not homies don't kick it wit leaches
Big Kahuna im good with them peaches
They so regulah yeah they so regulah
They so regulah yeah
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
I'm Sensei who the fuck are you
Ayo tell yo friends that they need to step it up
They worried bout the wrong shit they so regulah
Ima STLien (yeah) ima predator
Come round the clan we'll get you fuckin faded up
Aye bitch whats the sitch sound nervous losing pitch
Wanna kiss I know french bonjour onna bitch
Aye bitch whats the sitch sound nervous losing pitch
Wanna kiss I know french bonjour onna bitch
Blossom with the buttercup and I ain't talkin flowers
You can keep that Remy I just like the money showers
These n*ggas worth 50 cent claiming they got power
Im that boy they wish to be got metaphors and similies
I count my racks I count my cheese
Shaolin tatted on my sleeve you wanna go then you can leave
Like nicki said it wasn't me fuck the fame fuck the greed
I stack my racks I stack my cheese
Im bout dat pie kowabunga stacking bread
loafs on wonder
808 you feel da drummer
Its drip season every year im gunna
Fix ya face for it breaks clapback patty cake
Im trynna make my figures skate burn a L and meditate
Fix ya face for it breaks clapback patty cake
Im trynna make my figures skate burn a L and meditate
I hit a woosah dey feeling me kama sutra
Beast mode im Future ima monster in the booth-yah
Money on hopscotch jump in my bag
Light up the blunt thats a cloudy forecast
Step on you n*ggas im not your real dad
Blowin shit down bitch im big bad
Dese n*ggas been trash they don't rap right
Never had a dim light always been bright
Dese n*ggas wasn't ready they'll never be ready
I'll haunt em in they dreams bitchboy i'm Freddy
Da Don is a hence I gotta stay patient
I will not fall stay balanced meditation
Im only going up to see a better view
So a fuckboy can't kill my mood
I smoke bamboo hemppie n*gga groove
But I'll still twist a n*gga like a corkscrew
But I still finese n*ggas out they loot
Wanna play games that you know you'll lose
Stay humble chop hoes by the double
Skrt skrt out my way fuck out my bubble
I got the pieces they tumbled creases
My flow cold (brrrrr) anemic
I am in first take off im leaving
Yo n*gga broke fuckboy stay seated
Broke as a fuck why are you speaking
Better stay woke lil bitch you tweaking
We are not homies don't kick it wit leaches
Big Kahuna im good with them peaches
They so regulah yeah they so regulah
They so regulah yeah
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