Regulate

Lyrics

[Intro] And it goes a little something like this [Verse] Sunshine Christo hop up all over these fucking tracks, yo And you know I ain't gon go' without my fucking pole From the southside of the map, deeper than the fifty states Ho' try to play with game, so I had to regulate You can't fuck with my game, I already remember your name I roll with them based boys, you cannot say the same I work with Emochao, you ain't even hit 10k Shawty give me gifts like it is my birthday I wish in the worst way for all of you You ain't fuck with me, so don't act like you do She wants that brand new, she wants them new clothes I can't do that shit, I don't rеward a ho' She sniffing on that blow, she taking all that snow I ain't approve of this, I'm jadеd like the crow Shawty so fucked up, she gon' pour me that drank I can't let her out, 'cause bitch, she a skank I'm not going to your crib, I'm going to the bank Smoking on that loud, man, that shit stank I don't need your help, not no helping hand Let me play the game, you watch from the stands I'm trying to make some bands, that is the point Once I make that money, you ain't finna hear my voice Alright bitch, I heard you talking down You ain't fucking with my nightcore sound Alright bitch, I heard you talking down You is not fucking with my sound, I rap so fast and all by my own I don't like you, so stop blowing up my phone Act like I ain't home, leave me alone, I don't need porn, fuck when I want to I'm on the magazine, I'm a role model I'm a grimy nigga, sipping out the bottle Man, they simping, they ain't even pimping They got all these people, all these damn witnesses We ain't rob you, man, but don't act like we can't I got dirty hands, I got dirty hands, all these dirt I did, I should join the mob Flipping off this girl, like my name is Bob I'm in too deep, way too deep to stop, all these drugs I got, but I ain't a cop I rapped for four minutes straight, you can't do that, so don't relate I got a lot up on my plate, not no time for no date I can't make a mistake in this game that we play You acting like we on a stage, I put the gun to your face Reality checking y'all, why y'all ain't answer calls? What's this shit that we are friends? I ain't tripping, I'm alone in the end I ain't tripping, I'm alone in the end She wants that brand new, she wants them new clothes I can't do that shit, I don't reward a ho' She sniffing on that blow, she taking all that snow I ain't approve of this, I'm jaded like the crow