Regardless

Ba ba ba
Shlee shlee
Look
Ahh
Pull out the stick the bicth started Jogging
Don't do a lot of this talking ahh
I hop out the whip with that what Youma call it
I'm with the clique regardless
We make you empty your your Pockets
Dont take you serious you full of Nonsense
When I'm on the beat its flawless
You Who you better stop it aihht

Hungry for me
So I delivered feel like Mr D
I got some secrets hidden really deep
Can't tell em it's me I feel like Agent P ooh
TdV and D I E ooh
Butterflies stinging like bee ooh
Bitch isn't even my bitch ooh
Tried to dab you and you Flinched Ooh
Hop out the whip with that big ass Big ass what
Fuck it I forgot goddamn
Hop out the whip with that thingie Ma-bob
And it's funny cause you could get Got
If he a hater and he is
Fuck around and make him meet his Creator
Asalamalakim
The automatic make him give up his Paper

Gigity Giggity Giggity
I got that bitch on her tipity toes
Silly me still dont believe in me look At these niggas all they got is energy
Ahh your majesty that's how you talk To me you and your family
If ever you wanna be next to me put It on paper
Then send me a letter Please

Pull out the stick the bicth started Jogging dont do a lot of this talking
I hop out the whip with that what Youma call it
I'm with the clique regardless
We make you empty your your Pockets
Dont take you serious you full of Nonsense
When I'm on the beat its flawless
You Who You better stop it Aight

Bloody stick
You better not play with my boys yea you better be cautious
This is the city you don't wanna fuck with I promise my nigga a on it
We all got our masters you don't wanna fuck with the kid
Cause a Young nigga bossin
More than a thousand I wanna see dead buried deep in a coffin
I got a bitch who be worried bout me But she gotta nigga
Don't bring your bitch up to the Studio nigga
I promise that she wont Leave witchu my nigga
Canna coast tryna get money the profit and anything else
Ain't an Option cos moneybankroll just Be Stashin
And taking the profit like Anything else at an auction
Like everbody stealing and robbin
Three Sixteen
Steve Austin no liquor my nigga you catch me out here smoking rockets
More money more pussy more weed And more problems
Nobody can stop us we coming for all of you niggas
The locker room spoke about us
We out of control and nobody be hittin the breaks
And that shit that we smoking on cannot be laced
He ratted himself that's why he caught a case

Ahh
Pull out the stick the bicth started Jogging dont do a lot of this talking ahh
I hop out the whip with that what youmma call it
I'm with the clique regardless
We make you empty your your pockets
Dont take you serious you full of nonsense
When I'm on the beat its flawless
You who you better stop it aight



Credits
Writer(s): Azaphile Ningiza
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