No Regular lyrics

[Intro: GetRichZay]
(Street) Gang
(Sissy ho) Aight, 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 shells (Skrrt)
Ayy, I wanna cap to Hell (Ayy)
Ayy, b*tch, I done made 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 di*k, 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 distribution 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)
Revenge, 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 shells (Skrrt)
Ayy, I wanna cap to Hell (Ayy)
Ayy, b*tch, I done made 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 button, 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 shells (Skrrt)
Ayy, I wanna cap to Hell (Ayy)
Ayy, b*tch, I done made 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)