Not Regular
Slatt
Ooh, ooh (Brrt), ooh (bitch)
Ooh, everything that a nigga did is not regular (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Bad bitch wanna fuck some, better hit my cellular (bitch, brrt)
I can't fall in love with no IG ho 'cause they all editors (slatt)
And these old rap niggas, they all predators (ooh)
Niggas be actin' like they really rich but livin' like janitors (ooh)
Lowkey late night on the Sunday Street (yeah), far from the ministers (beep)
Fuckin' this bitch we got chemistry (beep)
I think she deep in the industry (beep)
I got the.30s on my clip with the beams, green, err (yeah)
I got the coupe, it's brown on brown like a goddamn reindeer (skrrt)
Comin' up, Burberry, champagne, my bitch pure (go)
I create the cure, I fuck up the loot (hol' up)
I pop Percs, sip lean, don't drink liquor (mh-mh)
From the D, might buy wires with the mink fur (uh)
My nigga Yachty quit the Wocky, I'm like, "Is you sure?"
We off a lotta syrup, but I stilla shoot (but I, hm)
Know I be with niggas specialize in killin' crews (yeah, I do)
Yeah, whole gang of niggas who make niggas move (they do)
Fuck a bitch and her momma if I feel his boo (ye-yeah)
Skubaroo make a pass (ye-yeah), the daughter send me nudes (ye-yeah)
I got racks on racks on racks so I see Roger Federer (get it)
Fuck the opps, I up chops on all my competitors (slime)
If there's smoke, we at your throat, we take extreme measures (yeah)
Shoot him in his shoot then do it again to make him bleed extra
We at your door like extra, extra, read all about it (yeah)
All my niggas teeth gold like they 'bout it 'bout it (yeah)
Three different hoes stacked up in my new Ferrari
They don't even know each other but they sittin' body to body (slatt)
Half of my staff white on white, look like Scotty 2 Hotty (yeah)
My main bitch got two phones, one for when I call
Strap it to her purse, that shit look like a lil' Tamagotchi (hoo)
On my momma, boy, I hate when they call me Lil Yatchy (hoo)
I hate the paparazzi (hoo)
Niggas better not call me any fuckin' thang but Sada (yeah)
Call me Skuba and I don't know you, I'll beat up or shot ya (on god)
I hate the bitches and the bitch niggas in my condos (aight, aight, aight uh)
Throw a lil' nigga off the cliff, Scuba Steve hate haji (yeah)
Half a brick, I chop a brick, my mans gon' rock it (Hm)
I'm in Watts off the 'Dusse, my names ain't Rocky (yeah)
On our way back to the nearest tatty and through bomb tag (Yeah)
Brodie and we jumped him (yeah)
(Frrt) Jumped 'em, stomped 'em, got him gone (yeah)
Gave him a wedgie, he a nerd nigga, run him home (bitch)
Sent your statements, your emotions, did Quincy Jones (Ha)
Better leave me 'lone, before I change the tone
Frrt
Sada, Boat, Sada
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em