Regular
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Hold on, look, let me show you somethin' right quick
You know how it go, somethin' like this
If you ask these hoes, they gon' tell you I'm legit Even if you don't, they gon' tell you I'm the shit
If you ask the state attorney, they say I'm a flight risk
If you see police, don't even tell them I exist
Don't be playin' stupid games, you know what the prize is
That's what my advice is, cause you know how Bryce is
Niggas, know what time it is, they don't even ask me
Bought a zip, I don't never need no one to match me
I don't fish, but it's sticks chillin' in the back seat
Cook a nigga like some ribs on a fuckin' Saturday
Big blunt hangin' out my mouth, I'm the godfather
Run up and get smoked, I put that on Our Father
Acting gangsta in his post, fuck around and got followed
Nigga, it's a Don Dada when you see these armed robbers
It's a Don Dada when you see these armed robbers
They get behind this car, I'm goin' out like Paul Walker
All this sauce, bitch, I feel just like Sauce Walka
Green beam on the gun, now I feel like Skywalker
Got that dog food, could've been a dog walker
She know I'm the shotta and her pussy top dollar
She a hot hottie, could've been a top model
Hell's kitchen in the trap, baking soda hot water
With somebody daughter
Semi full of hollows
Come and get zapped with this fuckin' fly swatter
Love a dark skin, who look like she come from Ghana
Still a hang up on her, like I'm goin' through a tunnel
Smokin' this gelato, turn this bitch into a sauna
Weed from Toronto, fucked up from trauma
He threw up his gang, then got shot in front of Prana
I'm prayin' for his mama, for real
This for all the nights that I slept in the Jeep
All the different times that I fled from police
All the shit I did for respect in the streets
Different ways we went about settlin' beef
I've been goin' through a lot of shit these days
Lost a lot of people that was special to me
Guess I gotta act like that shit regular to me
I been goin' through too much to smoke regular weed
This for all the nights that I slept in the Jeep
All the different times that I fled from police
All the shit I did for respect in the streets
Different ways we went about settlin' beef
I've been goin' through a lot of shit these days
Lost a lot of people that was special to me
Guess I gotta act like that shit regular to me
I been goin' through too much to smoke regular weed
Hold on, look, let me show you somethin' right quick
You know how it go, somethin' like this
If you ask these hoes, they gon' tell you I'm legit Even if you don't, they gon' tell you I'm the shit
If you ask the state attorney, they say I'm a flight risk
If you see police, don't even tell them I exist
Don't be playin' stupid games, you know what the prize is
That's what my advice is, cause you know how Bryce is
Niggas, know what time it is, they don't even ask me
Bought a zip, I don't never need no one to match me
I don't fish, but it's sticks chillin' in the back seat
Cook a nigga like some ribs on a fuckin' Saturday
Big blunt hangin' out my mouth, I'm the godfather
Run up and get smoked, I put that on Our Father
Acting gangsta in his post, fuck around and got followed
Nigga, it's a Don Dada when you see these armed robbers
It's a Don Dada when you see these armed robbers
They get behind this car, I'm goin' out like Paul Walker
All this sauce, bitch, I feel just like Sauce Walka
Green beam on the gun, now I feel like Skywalker
Got that dog food, could've been a dog walker
She know I'm the shotta and her pussy top dollar
She a hot hottie, could've been a top model
Hell's kitchen in the trap, baking soda hot water
With somebody daughter
Semi full of hollows
Come and get zapped with this fuckin' fly swatter
Love a dark skin, who look like she come from Ghana
Still a hang up on her, like I'm goin' through a tunnel
Smokin' this gelato, turn this bitch into a sauna
Weed from Toronto, fucked up from trauma
He threw up his gang, then got shot in front of Prana
I'm prayin' for his mama, for real
This for all the nights that I slept in the Jeep
All the different times that I fled from police
All the shit I did for respect in the streets
Different ways we went about settlin' beef
I've been goin' through a lot of shit these days
Lost a lot of people that was special to me
Guess I gotta act like that shit regular to me
I been goin' through too much to smoke regular weed
This for all the nights that I slept in the Jeep
All the different times that I fled from police
All the shit I did for respect in the streets
Different ways we went about settlin' beef
I've been goin' through a lot of shit these days
Lost a lot of people that was special to me
Guess I gotta act like that shit regular to me
I been goin' through too much to smoke regular weed
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Writer(s): Bryce Newton
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