Regular (Explicit)

Regular (Explicit) - Lud Foe

Written by：Willie James Akins Jr.

I'm not a regular ni**a I don't do regular sh*t

I'm not a regular ni**a I don't do regular sh*t

I'ma kick her out my spot if she a regular b**th

If you ain't talking bout that money quit that yelling and sh*t

Stool pigeon a** niggas always telling some sh*t

I got hoes walking barefoot on these marble floors

She left her shoes by the door right next to her clothes

Tryna put my dick in that hoe under her nose

And we ain't f**king with no snitches nah we don't do those

We pat you down in case you gotta wire under ya clothes

Answer the door wit the snub nose under my robe

I gotta 100 round drum I ain't gotta reload

She tryna f**k for my chips she won't get my frito's

Knock on yo door blow yo face off through the peep hole

We see these lames wit they hoes so we came to repo

Don't give no f**k what he said he ain't scaring me tho

These niggas know we got more poles than home depot check my temperature jewelry froze

I'm below zero

These pills got me cocked eyed looking like debo

I been looking for that p**sy ni**a he a nemo

I did my homework and found out where he be tho

F**k a hater dawg gucci lens I don't see those

Got piranhas in the wall you ain't even see those

Ni**a on the table I done shook a half a kilo

I be wrapping them burritos wit my amigos

Her head low kissing dick under the mistletoe

I catch amnesia on a hoe but she remember me tho

My choppa loud yea this b**th sing high c notes

Winter time trapping in the snow gucci pea coat

Bag on ya head kill ya for a 100 seenos

Junkies in the trap they done smoked a 100 primos

I just hit a lick for 50k at the casino

I'm a bulldog baby girl I'm striped uno

I coulda swore I just seen future I'm a pluto

Got hot guns on our waists cuz we just blew those

Selling packs on the corner b**th I ran through those

Shoot the choppa this muthaf**ka kick like judo

F**k a doctor you ain't gone need that ya casket closed

Talking fashion b**th I swag in designer clothes

I wonder can you picture me rolling in that gallardo

Imma shooter and Imma star Imma shooting star

Haters tried to tear me apart but they didn't get far

2 23's in my ar bullets flip yo car

Ni**a say you got war wounds I don't see no scars

Blue and white we go the other way we see those cars

b**ches drool they see my jewels and they slob on they shoes

I know niggas with something to prove they got none to lose

I went to school with that tool boy you bullying who

I got d**e rock w**d I'll sell it to you

Lil ni**a don't come on the dice

You gamble with ya life well that's too bad

Can I get that sues something I like

I ran off with his b**th now he too mad

Get her from 'round town for that price

Aye bag on your head like a durag

High speed chase from the vice

Can't keep up with my car cause it's too fast

Yea I done ran up my price and now

I can buy my b**th a new a**

This expensive p**sy tight got too excited so I nutted too fast

I remember sleeping with the mice

Thirty deep in the hallway shooting dice that street life

Growing up wasn't nothing nice

Had to use candles when they turned off our house lights

Why did the f**k did you bring a knife to this gun fight

We hit the studio and stay up the whole night

It ain't no stopping me I ball like the old mike

That ni**a broke and he ain't putting up no fight no way

Niggas be too busy watching me like tmz

P**sy ni**a I'm the king of rap just let it be

High notes b**th my k sing like Jodeci

Two of yall catch these 15 bullets a piece

B**th I'm dressed in all black ni**a we on all that

You don't want these problems then fall back

Before you get your skull cracked

Boy in the hood so you might get jacked

But you won't get your ball back

If u get me and these problems my choppa gong solve that