Young Saint Felix - Regular Lyrics

B
You know I just came from like
You Know what I'm saying (Woah woah woah)
I ain't, I ain't, I ain't regular
Might not got the money, I ain't regular
Imma roll the windows down, on my regular
F*ck school, I ain't goin on the regular
Yea yea I ain't regular (No no you can't call me regular)
I dropped out, imma bounce on the regular (Roll it up imma smoke on the regular)
Woooo gettin buck on the regular (Call up Grizz he want smoke on the regular)
Nahhh I just, I just, I can't I Just (Different)
Nahhhhh, I ain't regular (Woah)
This a rick, not no chuck, it ain't regular
Bad jawn, imma poke thru messenger
(YAH!) she gon give me top on the regular
Model 3, man you can't get this anywhere
Drive around, hit the drift, like to hear the (Skrrr skrrr)
Gettin fit like a wrestler, Finished up the sleeve feel like the taker (Yup)
Bad bitch and imma take her, half baked like chappelle we gon make it
YSG; in our life; that's not basic
Got klutch on the keys an he made this
Then for E and then for B man we the greatest
I promised we gon make it out that basement
Drop the shades on my face like the matrix
Red pill blue pill imma take it (Woooo)
Just gettin faded, out in LA, californication
Pourin champagne, feelin like oasis
Mom I promise Imma build you that foundation
Rockstar, rockstar, on the radio
Imma trade in the tech and buy a draco
Part 2 of the astronaut show, i kinda like how it go so imma give you some more
It go... (Shit) (B)
I ain't regular
Had to work hella hard just to make it here
Spend a g on some kicks, They can't be regular
Rather sell my soul, keep a pole, know the role
Nah, I can't be regular
Hell nah I can't be regular
There's alotta shit we do on the regular
Man swear, on my mama can't be regular
No nahh I can't be regular
Swear to god i could try, I can't be regular
Ho nah I can't be regular
I just, I can't, I just

Watch steal, chain snatch
Diamonds dance, different raf
In a jag, that car go fast
Pullin up with the tech (Tech)
Diamonds drippin they wet (Wet)
Pink and white they baguettes (Guettes)
I don't forgive or forget (Yeah)
ZR1 that's corvette (Yeah)
Freddy Kruger gillette (Uh)
Balmain my jeans is collect
This take a while to perfect (Perfect)
Nigga, why you even gonna press my set (set, set)
We gon light em up like a cigarette (Light it up)
Hit a 3, ain't nothin but the net (But the net, net)
Niggas think i'm playin but this ain't no chest (Bitch)
Yea, YSF off the ac' (Yuh, yuh)
Back and don't know how to act (yuh, yuh)
Hit my dance inside some Raf (Yuh, yuh)
Watch me just count up the racks (Yuh, yuh)
Spit my just for these checks (Yuh, yuh)
Maison Margiela on the flex (Yuh, yuh)
Gaultier i got from Saks (Yuh, yuh)
What you think this a game, Retire in the hall of fame
What you think this a game, Retire in the hall of fame
They gon remember my name (Who)
They gon remember my name
They gon remember my name (Yeah)
They gon remember my name
They gon remember my name (Yeah)
They gon remember my name
They gon remember my name
They gon remember my name