Regis

Yeah… yeah
Brand new deposits go ring on my celly
Nothing but water and weed in my belly
My niggas riders like Kenan and Kel
They stay beside me like Regis and Kelly
I know my opps is all living in hell
Pray on my downfall but wishing me well
Don’t know bout you but no I don’t take losses
Don’t know bout you but I do know myself
I got two phones in my pocket, a band in my wallet, a check in the mail
Run with a herd full of goats and a room full of bosses that stay on my trail
I keep control of my likeness if I put my name on it that bitch gon sell
Niggas love saying they feel you but couldn’t feel me if I said it in Braille
Brand nw deposit just chirped on my celly
Sippin on whisky no lan in my belly
Can’t take just anyone out on a lick
Danny Hernandez these niggas be telling
Danny like Fenton go ghost on these bitches
She act like a hoe can’t get mad if I’m pimping
Ain’t going back and forth I made em listen
I turned a nonbeliever to a witness
I don’t speak nothing but facts, Jack
Ripper I’m killing no need for forgiveness
Twisting my wrist like I’m whipping a foreign
They need that fix so I’m back in the kitchen
I got bout all of these racks, stacked
I gave that pussy a cat, nap
Shooters beside me like Regis and Kelly
Brand new deposits go ring on my celly
Verse 2 (Sylvan LaCue):
I hit up Queens & run straight to the deli
Nik got the peek, put down the reef
Champagne & rage let my angels propel me
Chef with the rock when I cook if you smell me
Woo!
Bitch we inside why you yelling?
Woo!
Might up my price when I’m selling
Woo!
Talk to me to nice ain’t no telling
Woo!
All of this ice dont feel right I need crystals & scriptures enlighten my melon
Wells I got stuck in but found my way out
I could write me a book if I sit down & gel it
Woo!
Should’ve been trapping but I picked up rapping them verses from Biggie keep
sailing
Crack rock, jump shot, shoot it up, felon
Badmon way before Joey had dwellings
I might put it on God today
I might put it on bars today
I might, hmmm
I dont need advice on what I’m like
Bitch I wouldn’t do it for a klondike
Yeah I don’t mean it but it sound tight
Whipping American
I just know me but respect to my heritage
Chip on my shoulder look good when I carry it
Dress up my bitch make a hood nigga marry it
Woo!
Closet Freak love to sing Cee-Lo
She know bout Future from them dungeon family days
Bless my meathead repeat when it reload