Regular Guy - Freshie, Foreign Jay

Slayer

Fuck

I’m on that bullshit like I’m from the Chi'

AR-15, he gon' end in the sky

Ain’t have a job, I ain’t wanna apply

These niggas be broke, he a regular guy

Yeah, hah (Yeah, yeah, Dirty)

Workin' that block, no suite or tie

The block, it get hot like we live in Dubai

Take your bitch, honestly, do not comply

Pop out the cut, fourth of July

All of these hundreds, I cannot deny

Smokin' this gas, I think I can fly

Dirty, he dirty, they wonderin' why

Yeah, ha

It’s just too dirty, man, hold on

Okay

Fuck on that bitch and I ain’t even try

Fuck her one time, she don’t get a reply

He said he know me but that is a lie

Louis V, I put that on my eye

Hundreds, they dead, all my presidents die

Think you won’t, hurryin' by

I’m in the trap with a bunch of supply

Creep in your house now I feel like a spy

Hopped in the coupe and the roof say goodbye

Hopped in the coupe, I don’t know how to act know

Coppers, they see me, they doin' a pat-down (Yeah, pat-down)

The money make that sound

Bullets went up, and that nigga, he sat down

Aim right there where your head is

In love with that money, that money my fetish

I’m like a bird, I be right where the bread is

I put that money right there where my bed is

I’m on that bullshit like I’m from the Chi'

AR-15, he gon' end in the sky

Ain’t have a job, I ain’t wanna apply

These niggas be broke, he a regular guy

Yeah, hah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Workin' that block, no suite or tie

The block, it get hot like we live in Dubai

Take your bitch, honestly, do not comply

Pop out the cut, fourth of July

All of these hundreds, I cannot deny

Smokin' this gas, I think I can fly

Dirty, he dirty, they wonderin' why

Yeah, ha

It’s just too dirty, man, hold on

Okay

Fuck on that bitch and I ain’t even try

Coppers see me and they doin' a patdown

Ooh shit, where is the Gat now?

I took risks so my pockets fat now

Take chances, niggas crap out

Count up, I get cash

Them boys broke, these niggas be mad, uh

Run off straight to the past

Like Bape Pradas, we on your ass

Clean-up, my pockets dirty

I’m OG and these niggas like 30

He scared, oh, he in a hurry

Fuckin' this shawty, I think she purty

We spin your shit, we lurkin'

Broke-ass nigga, go and get a attorney

I feel you was broke for too long

She suckin' my dick to my song

I’m on that bullshit like I’m from the Chi'

AR-15, he gon' end in the sky

Ain’t have a job, I ain’t wanna apply

These niggas be broke, he a regular guy

Yeah, hah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Workin' that block, no suite or tie

The block, it get hot like we live in Dubai

Take your bitch, honestly, do not comply

Pop out the cut, fourth of July

All of these hundreds, I cannot deny

Smokin' this gas, I think I can fly

Dirty, he dirty, they wonderin' why

Yeah, ha

It’s just too dirty, man, hold on

Okay

Fuck on that bitch and I ain’t even try