Ain’t Regular

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah-ye

Squa'

Yeah-ye

[Verse]

Why she all on me, told her just back off me

You phoney, I can tell that you phoney

I'm your supplier and you is a liar

Liar, you is a liar

And I cannot doubt you, and I cannot save you

And I cannot play with you, even though you played us

And I know that you think down inside I'm a player

You know deep down I'm a —

I'm a P

Be the best that I can be

I got cheese all on me

But the money don't mean nothing, don't mean nothing

When you still be flaunting

And you still be bluffing

And you still let in them niggas out there keep touching

So why the fuck, would I keep trusting?

I need you, more than oxygen, baby, I breathe you

Stеvie Wonder with the kеy, can't see you

And I don't need no keys for my Jeep boo

'Cause this is not no Wrangler this a foreign

I'm not regular

And I'm not the same type of guy

That's gonna keep checking y'all

'Cause my check up

I feel like a doctor, check up

And I feel like I need you

I can't even rest much

I can't even stay

My own beat, every time I feel my own feet

I go ten steps up with twelve steps back

Yeah, and I can tell that you be acting you in no wrong profession

You should be a actre-e-e-ess

And I know that I'm special that way at least that my mom tell me

Grandmama, tell me then I'm more important than Derrick

I remember my grandma Sheila used to hang with Sherry

I was only eight and that was when I still got carried

Now I was the one that was baby, but I can't use my feet, but I was so lazy

Nowadays they say I went crazy, but I was crazy ever since I was alive

When I was younger used to eat paint chips, that's lad

Had an infection tube in my ear

That's why nowadays haters, I can't hear

That's why my Cartier gleam every time I stand for VVS is in the middle with a nose bridge

I got bitches in the Bronx and High Bridge

And I know that they can't even stop my shit, oh

Yeah, yeah, and I'm here, oh

They think I am W-E-I-R-D

But I know that I'm just a part of me

And my first car it was a Lambo'

And my second car it was a Hellcat

And my third car it was an Audi

I don't know why they always try to out me

Got a hood bitch belly button on the Audi

I'm like, "Where's Waldo?" They can't spot me

I know that these things won't drive me

I know that my label don't wanna drive me

I'm almost done just with my beer

60 million dollars in my beer

These niggas they softening tip

Your bitch wanna fuck me I already hit

I hit that bitch, I went to play

That mean she on a mistral

But I can't even just get the truth

And not I'll never ever get you

I can't hit you

Fucking all of them dicks, bitch

No, I cannot lick you

And my niggas selling them pills weed in a brick, too

And that's why I don't get you

'Cause you say deep down I don't have that hood love

I don't got that good love

Fuck you my best got that good stuff

You still gonna achieve but I got good trust

Ain't no girl no different in this world blood

All of my bitches they thought they'd be red

All of my bitches they just wanna see [?]

I got so much on my mental

I'm just trying to hit you, baby

I'm just trying to make you go crazy, love

I just got that brazy love

I just got that brazy [?]

Yeah, yeah

Brazy love

I just got that brazy [?]

Woah, woah, woah

Brazy love, brazy [?]

You say you love me but what is love?

You wanna gangsta, bitch I'm a thug

I take any type of drug

If you need me to I'll shoot up

If you need me to sniff a mountain

My new mansion came with a fountain

I had to get four new accountants

'Cause my money so long, I can't account it

And all my bitches they accounted for

And I could never ever love one whore

I gotta love them all the same

'Cause you know in a deep down, we all just playing the same game

And you know deep down, we just playing the blame game

I spent a whole pound on the chain

That's 50,000 I'm still wild

My bitch like salad, give her a Thousand Islands

I just be trying

I just be spazzing

I'm just splashing

All my cars I crash 'em

All your — I text 'em

Lil Uzi Vert been havin'

Rick Owens on a jacket

Most these niggas sad, damn

She stuck to me like magnet

Your buzz is trash like maggots

Ra —