The Routine lyrics

[Intro]
Biiitch
(Woah, woah, woah)

[Verse 1]
b*tch don't cool-guy me
I'm too high for that bullsh*t talk, I'ma walk, I'm gone
sh*t, you need a new ID
I see it in your eyes like visine like I'm your motherf*ckin' mom
When you around me, sh*t, you are not on
Everyone walk around like they the one
I don't wanna walk around unless I'm drunk
Is he the talk of the town or he just a punk?
Handsome, loafers, good wife
Banned from MoMA, good pipe
Can of soda, green tea Arizona
Hand me the doja, which type?
What it look like? I just want the good price
Tryna run 'em over man, Suge Knight
I just want some chocha, good night
Kiss from my chick, make sure the neighborhood right

[Refrain]
Rugrat turned club rat
Old head wanna be a young cat
This the city that we live in
I just wanna kick some wisdom to the kids that's finna run that
Time passed, time that you'll never find back
Trust that, settle for the fun past, f*ck that (huh)
But really whatchu thinkin' man
Cause everything centered where the drinking and the drugs at