Regular
Dip, move, slide turn the shit up on the regular
Pop Pop keep on kicking
It's getting wicked we gon handle ya
They can't catch me slipping
I ain't wit it we gone damage them
Dip move slide
Turn that shit up on the regular
It's getting hot (Hot hot)
Turn up the spot (Why not)
Shooting my shot (Bullseye)
Look at the clock (It's my time)
Niggas wanna talk like the choppas gone bulk, but
Them sucks niggas can't get thru to me
I was inna park shooting jumpers none stop
When the coach came and recruited me
I step in look at me Astro stepping
Whooped his ass just like its tekken
I'm tryna' count my blessings
No time for second guessing
OG tryna' cop this mansion
Blue coupe and all white phantom
We gon' be living lavish
Not chasing clout or status
Some shit you could not fathom
Get ghost like Danny phantom
Defense for all this static
Pulled up in a race car
Tryna' cop a Beamer
Hefty like Monstar
Dougie in my neimans
Why you all on my phone
Singing like you Keisha
Shorty please fix your tone
Why you don't believe me
Imma get fried wit my boo thang
Kick back lay up watch a movie
Don't try your luck your too late
Ain't tryna' fuck none of you groupies
Pull up one day inna new wraith
Can't fuck wit you hater you too fake
Back up lil' nigga you two faced
Momma always said you was a goofy
Pull up onna soufside
Cluckas steady feening
Brodie got that straight drop
Pull up if you need it
Shorty showing cleavage
Top shelf you can't reach it
Breaking down this green shit
Got me overthinking
Step up inna party got the crowd going gnarly
Tell the Dj to raise up the roof (OWW) (OWW)
I'm the show stopper
Sitting up chilling proper
If a nigga gotta problem what's the move (MOVE)
Imma run them dollars
Extra sauce straight tarter
Imma big dawg tell that nigga shoo (SHOO)
Nigga feeling froggy tripping all inna party
Tell that sucka' nigga tie up his shoe
Imma chase up a hunnid bands
Imma turn up and rock out the show
All of my niggas want rubber bands
Can't lose it all chasing after a hoe
I fuck it up do my money dance
Go cash it out and go walk out the store
All of my niggas keep pressure man
Call my bro up get that shit for low
Dip,move,slide turn the shit up on the regular
Pop Pop keep on kicking
It's getting wicked we gon' handle ya
They can't catch me slipping
I ain't wit it we gone damage ya
Dip, move, slide turn that shit up on the regular
Pop Pop keep on kicking
It's getting wicked we gon handle ya
They can't catch me slipping
I ain't wit it we gone damage them
Dip move slide
Turn that shit up on the regular
It's getting hot (Hot hot)
Turn up the spot (Why not)
Shooting my shot (Bullseye)
Look at the clock (It's my time)
Niggas wanna talk like the choppas gone bulk, but
Them sucks niggas can't get thru to me
I was inna park shooting jumpers none stop
When the coach came and recruited me
I step in look at me Astro stepping
Whooped his ass just like its tekken
I'm tryna' count my blessings
No time for second guessing
OG tryna' cop this mansion
Blue coupe and all white phantom
We gon' be living lavish
Not chasing clout or status
Some shit you could not fathom
Get ghost like Danny phantom
Defense for all this static
Pulled up in a race car
Tryna' cop a Beamer
Hefty like Monstar
Dougie in my neimans
Why you all on my phone
Singing like you Keisha
Shorty please fix your tone
Why you don't believe me
Imma get fried wit my boo thang
Kick back lay up watch a movie
Don't try your luck your too late
Ain't tryna' fuck none of you groupies
Pull up one day inna new wraith
Can't fuck wit you hater you too fake
Back up lil' nigga you two faced
Momma always said you was a goofy
Pull up onna soufside
Cluckas steady feening
Brodie got that straight drop
Pull up if you need it
Shorty showing cleavage
Top shelf you can't reach it
Breaking down this green shit
Got me overthinking
Step up inna party got the crowd going gnarly
Tell the Dj to raise up the roof (OWW) (OWW)
I'm the show stopper
Sitting up chilling proper
If a nigga gotta problem what's the move (MOVE)
Imma run them dollars
Extra sauce straight tarter
Imma big dawg tell that nigga shoo (SHOO)
Nigga feeling froggy tripping all inna party
Tell that sucka' nigga tie up his shoe
Imma chase up a hunnid bands
Imma turn up and rock out the show
All of my niggas want rubber bands
Can't lose it all chasing after a hoe
I fuck it up do my money dance
Go cash it out and go walk out the store
All of my niggas keep pressure man
Call my bro up get that shit for low
Dip,move,slide turn the shit up on the regular
Pop Pop keep on kicking
It's getting wicked we gon' handle ya
They can't catch me slipping
I ain't wit it we gone damage ya
Dip, move, slide turn that shit up on the regular
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Jefferson
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