Not Regular Lyrics

(The things I do for love)

No this not regular hip-hop

Might fuck yo hoe but we ain doing lip-lock

Know I got gas no pit-stop, shit get you slapped you don't gotta be Chris Rock (bih)

Know you be dissing cause you hot, bullets make yo blood cold now you not

Just put a band in my Louis sock, top it with no hands I ain ask her she a lil thot

If I hit up Vada I know we a lock

Nigga want me gone I be fucking on his boo a lot

I might put my wrist in a pot yea

Everywhere I am you know that I got my Glock yea

I'm not a Sim I don't live in a box yea

This life a sin yea I do that shit a lot uh

Got a lil freak why she wanna do some rocks yea

I'm doing crypto and I might do some stocks yea

Got lil hoes coming in by the flocks yea

I'm not a Lego but I'm on a block, I be so high I became the top

I hit a bitch I fuck her like a bunny, she love me I put it in her tummy

I do that shit while I'm making money

I don't like you, you looking too funny (you looking too funny)

You looking too funny, (you looking too funny

No this not regular hip-hop

Might fuck yo hoe but we ain doing lip-lock

Know I got gas no pit-stop, shit get you slapped you don't gotta be Chris Rock

Know you be dissing cause you hot, bullets make yo blood cold now you not

Just put a band in my Louis sock, top it with no hands I ain ask her she a lil thot

I ain ask her she a lil thot

I ain ask her she a lil thot

I ain ask her she a lil thot

I ain ask her she a lil thot (she a lil thot)