lirik lagu shawn svvvge – no regular
[intro: getrichzay]
gang, yup
[chorus: getrichzay]
ayy, nah, i ain’t takin’ no l (l)
i’m prolly somewhere high as f~ck, facin’ the air (shh)
ayy, this ain’t no regular gas (gas)
this is that runtz, n~gga, ain’t no regular scale (ayy)
rps in the clip, n~gga (brrt), when we come through, this ain’t regular sh~lls (skrrt)
ayy, i wanna cap to h~ll (ayy)
ayy, b~tch, i done make bond (shh), then went back to jail (no cap, ayy)
i got that sack for sale (ayy)
broke~ass n~gga need to get a pack for sale (no cap)
i’m posted up on the block, n~gga, i’m on feet, i don’t need no track to sell (ayy)
we had to box that lil’ n~gga in ’cause he tried to run and he strapped to sell (boom)
ayy, i got the glock right here on my belt (boom, ayy)
bullets so hot, make a f~ck n~gga melt (ayy)
[verse 1: getrichzay]
that n~gga six feet under the ground (ayy, six), can’t even ask a n~gga how it felt (what else? ayy)
when i was down bad, stuck on my d~ck, n~gga, you ain’t even ask a n~gga how i felt (come on)
ayy, i got the gas come straight off the shelf (ayy)
ayy, medicate weed, sh~t good for your health (gas)
bro, we live to smoke dead opps and sh~t (ayy)
ayy, we like to ride ’round poppin’ sh~t (poppin’ sh~t, boom)
ayy, i love to go pick up lil flip ’cause i love to hear how that chopper spit (ayy, flip)
ayy, n~ggas be thuggin’ like they got a gun, he ridin’ ’round with his partnership (straight)
ayy, b~tch, i ain’t doin’ no distribuition and i ain’t doin’ no partnership (ayy)
n~gga get smoked just like a blunt (get smoked)
i’m high as f~ck right now, b~tch, i can’t even see (no cap)
n~gga get shot in your sh~t just for pullin’ the stunt (ayy)
you want twenty just for a qua, get a run (ayy)
i’m a dumb n~gga, i put a quake in the blunt (getrich’)
get the drop on a opp, go straight for the hunt (straight for the hunt)
lil’ b~tch ain’t got no time on that (gang), ayy, i send on him for a month (ayy)
[chorus: getrichzay & shawn svvvge]
ayy, nah, i ain’t takin’ no l (l)
i’m prolly somewhere high as f~ck, facin’ the air (shh)
ayy, this ain’t no regular gas (gas)
this is that runtz, n~gga, ain’t no regular scale (ayy)
rps in the clip, n~gga (brrt), when we come through, this ain’t regular sh~lls (skrrt)
ayy, i wanna cap to h~ll (ayy)
ayy, b~tch, i done make bond (shh), then went back to jail (no cap, ayy)
i got that sack for sale (ayy)
broke~ass n~gga need to get a pack for sale (no cap)
i’m posted up on the block, n~gga, i’m on feet, i don’t need no track to sell (ayy)
we had to box that lil’ n~gga in ’cause he tried to run and he strapped to sell (boom)
ayy, i got the glock right here on my belt (boom, ayy, you know what f~ck goin’ on, it’s big svvvge)
bullets so hot, make a f~ck n~gga melt (ayy)
[verse 2: shawn svvvge]
on the top with a bankroll (racks)
i put the shooters on payroll (they is)
if i push a b~tton, you know it ain’t nothin’, my young n~ggas leavin’ that case closed
uh, hop out the van, you know we gon’ slide
bring out the chop, yeah, it’s time to ride (grrt)
n~ggas be b~tches, they never outside
he said he want smoke, now he missin’ his guys (they is)
thirty opps in a ‘wood, it’s better than runtz (he gas)
that b~tch in a trap should be rollin’ the blunt (she is)
phone up the sack, she be buyin’ a gun
when i hit the block, i be pickin’ off foreigns (racks)
broke~ass n~ggas, they know they my sons
he said he want smoke, so we fill up they lungs
we had to candle light after the sun
‘zay up the .30 and i brought the drum
[chorus: getrichzay]
ayy, nah, i ain’t takin’ no l (l)
i’m prolly somewhere high as f~ck, facin’ the air (shh)
ayy, this ain’t no regular gas (gas)
this is that runtz, n~gga, ain’t no regular scale (ayy)
rps in the clip, n~gga (brrt), when we come through, this ain’t regular sh~lls (skrrt)
ayy, i wanna cap to h~ll (ayy)
ayy, b~tch, i done make bond (shh), then went back to jail (no cap, ayy)
i got that sack for sale (ayy)
broke~ass n~gga need to get a pack for sale (no cap)
i’m posted up on the block, n~gga, i’m on feet, i don’t need no track to sell (ayy)
we had to box that lil’ n~gga in ’cause he tried to run and he strapped to sell (boom)
ayy, i got the glock right here on my belt (boom, ayy)
bullets so hot, make a f~ck n~gga melt (ayy)
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