Regula Degula / Got Eem

Lyrics

[Regula' Degula' Intro] Ah You gotta make it count You gotta make it count [Hook] Walk through your function in a sweat suit And shut it down on my.. Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Drove through the drive thru and the lady gave me her number But that's.. Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Regula' Degula', Regu-, Regula' Degula' We only smoke on that loud pack You keep all of that.. Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Gotta make it count You gotta make it count Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Regu-, Regula' Degula' [Verse 1] Hey yo I used to sit and stress About the shit I couldn't afford to do Now I'm on some big shit Cuz I kick shit like Gordon Liu So ill with the writing I bet you I'll still be fighting off 24 year olds when I'm 42 Petey the flow deacon Told 'em I was the Last of the Mohicans When they asked if there were more of you They said, "Damn your moving like Michael Keaton In Multiplicity man, handling shit like there's four of you." Uh-huh, I had told ya I uprose to show ya I could behold the ayatollah So strong that I can show up, give you a high five And paralyze your whole right side from the shoulder That's right I'm a pro now Got behind the boards So of course, made my own sound Niggas went from bumming rides To getting flown 'round And spending money like centripetal force to hold it down [Chorus] Walk through your function in a sweat suit And shut it down on my.. Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Drove through the drive thru and the lady gave me her number But that's.. Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Regula' Degula', Regu-, Regula' Degula' We only smoke on that loud pack You keep all of that.. Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Gotta make it count You gotta make it count Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Regu-, Regula' Degula' [Verse 2] I'm in these streets riding clean A nigga mad as hell Getting digits off the snitches or the tattle tales I'm in the whip, seat back, with the fattest L In the lane whippin 'round like a dragon tail Bitch niggas love to pop shit I'm probably getting stock tips while loading up Glock clips I find it funny niggas saying that I'm old But I'm the nigga that steady putting out the new hot shit My city love me, you hatin' nigga You over there in solitaire The fuck is you playing nigga? I ain't got a job or a boss that'll pay a nigga So Petey out to get it from the PM to AM nigga Petey out here hustlin' 24/7 hoe 365 hoe What the fuck would I lie for? Let a nigga find out where you pitch or reside though And niggas kicking in through the back and the side door [Skit] [Pre Chorus] Ah You gotta make it count You gotta make it count [Chorus] Walk through your function in a sweat suit And shut it down on my.. Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Drove through the drive thru and the lady gave me her number But that's.. Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Regula' Degula', Regu-, Regula' Degula' We only smoke on that loud pack You keep all of that.. Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Gotta make it count You gotta make it count Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula' Regu-, Regula' Degula' [Verse 3] I don't know why a nigga mad And I don't give a fuck I was rock bottom looking for a pick me up It's a cold world momma had to zip me up Back when I was still sippin' out of sippy cups Two different type of niggas, we ain't similar 2Pac taught me how to hit 'em up Niggas tried to cross me but we ain't perpendicular And I'll break on a nigga like a tibia, a fibula Petey made a name and now they screaming for his signature Petey like greens and his greens he eat with vinegar You got a lot of followers but you ain't got no listeners I'm preaching to the choir and the motherfucking minister Petey, Petey bigger than the grudges, they unlimited So why I let it go like a wholesale distributor You would be dumb to come test my testiculars Claiming that you real but your face ain't familiar Free Wise P no kid should be a prisoner I don't need to know the details or the particulars I just hope its all straightened out like a conditioner I don't go to movies cuz my real life a cinema A nigga tried to play the role with me And I'ma send him up Before it even get started I'm a put an end to ya And for me there's no losing Cuz I'm proving that I'm proven, hey [Regula' Degula End] [Got Eem Intro] Homie said you ain't got no bitches Who don't got no bitches? He say I, he say I don't? I could press that nigga like damn nigga I do got more bitches than you With your ugly ass Got Eem! [Verse 1] Petey got pills Oxycotin, Percs Petey got lean Petey got herb Petey got fans and them fans spread the word That Petey ain't got feelings But Petey got some nerve Niggas said they animals that's what Petey heard But Petey skinned them animals Now Petey got some furs Petey want his money up front on the first Or I'll be sliding in your home base 'round the third Damn, damn that's that Nickel shit I even got wordplay Crazy yo I simple shit Niggas can't fuck with me Bottle with the pistol grip I grind your bones into dust just to sniff the shit I turn that bottle upside down while you sip the shit Petey ain't no plumber but Petey working with the shits I'm reppin' Richmond bitch I'm reppin' Richmond bitch [Hook] You ain't ever met no niggas like these Got Eem! I got computers feuding Got Eem! You ain't never smoke no blunts like these Got Eem! I got the über ubre Ha! Got Eem! [Verse 2] A hoe without a job to have some fun and spend some money Ain't nobody trip as long as everybody winnin' Go and get the check hoe you look it might impress you Sorry, sob stories, and your tears don't touch me I'm cold Fuck you bitch get your own (Got Eem!) And fuck being broke we gettin' doe The plug is the first speed dial in my phone I fuck with him cuz he'll never tax me on his o's I had to block your bitch up off my Twitter Spamming me with pictures of them nipples I ain't never thirsty But if I am, I'ma get the liquor Hoodie on my head like the reaper with the sickle Petey out to get it.. [Skit Outro] Nigga what's good my nigga? Holy shit Don't wanna get your shit domed my nigga Damn, what we pressin' niggas like that? Hell yeah I am my nigga. I'ma fuck..