Regular Guy

Lyrics

[Intro: Freshie] Slayer Fuck [Chorus: Freshie] I'm on that bullshit like I'm from the Chi' AR-15, he gon' end in the sky Ain't have a job, I ain't wanna apply These niggas be broke, he a regular guy Yeah, hah (Yeah, yeah, Dirty) Workin' that block, no suite or tie The block, it get hot like we live in Dubai Take your bitch, honestly, do not comply Pop out the cut, fourth of July All of these hundreds, I cannot deny Smokin' this gas, I think I can fly Dirty, he dirty, they wonderin' why Yeah, ha It's just too dirty, man, hold on Okay Fuck on that bitch and I ain't even try [Verse 1: Freshie] Fuck her one time, she don't get a reply He said he know me but that is a lie Louis V, I put that on my eye Hundreds, they dead, all my presidents die Think you won't, hurryin' by I'm in the trap with a bunch of supply Creep in your house now I feel like a spy Hopped in the coupe and the roof say goodbye Hopped in the coupe, I don't know how to act know Coppers, they see me, they doin' a pat-down (Yeah, pat-down) The money make that sound Bullets went up, and that nigga, he sat down Aim right there where your head is In love with that money, that money my fetish I'm like a bird, I be right where the bread is I put that money right there where my bed is [Chorus: Freshie] I'm on that bullshit like I'm from the Chi' AR-15, he gon' end in the sky Ain't have a job, I ain't wanna apply These niggas be broke, he a regular guy Yeah, hah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Workin' that block, no suite or tie The block, it get hot like we live in Dubai Take your bitch, honestly, do not comply Pop out the cut, fourth of July All of these hundreds, I cannot deny Smokin' this gas, I think I can fly Dirty, he dirty, they wonderin' why Yeah, ha It's just too dirty, man, hold on Okay Fuck on that bitch and I ain't even try [Verse 2: Foreign Jay] Coppers see me and they doin' a patdown Ooh shit, where is the Gat now? I took risks so my pockets fat now Take chances, niggas crap out Count up, I get cash Them boys broke, these niggas be mad, uh Run off straight to the past Like Bape Pradas, we on your ass Clean-up, my pockets dirty I'm OG and these niggas like 30 He scared, oh, he in a hurry Fuckin' this shawty, I think she purty We spin your shit, we lurkin' Broke-ass nigga, go and get a attorney I feel you was broke for too long She suckin' my dick to my song [Chorus: Freshie] I'm on that bullshit like I'm from the Chi' AR-15, he gon' end in the sky Ain't have a job, I ain't wanna apply These niggas be broke, he a regular guy Yeah, hah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Workin' that block, no suite or tie The block, it get hot like we live in Dubai Take your bitch, honestly, do not comply Pop out the cut, fourth of July All of these hundreds, I cannot deny Smokin' this gas, I think I can fly Dirty, he dirty, they wonderin' why Yeah, ha It's just too dirty, man, hold on Okay Fuck on that bitch and I ain't even try