FOE Dellion, FOE C3, Tsu Surf - Regular Day lyrics

I got baddie out in BX she be shopping
She said she match my fly
Yellow bone she from the islands
Exotic but ironic blow this kush
Until I can’t even see
I roll this plane this jet fuel
It got me falling
So pack ya bags fly you out
Come and stay for some weeks
Nothing but ratchets on my city
Swear these bitches too weak
Bout my money that’s why I’m strapped
Hunnit's stuffed in the jeans
Ferrogamo my belt buckle, 40 stuck in between
Just know I do that on a regular
Stacking on a regular pull up
Everyday another foreign that’s irregular
Lazer off the 40 match the
Beam off The Predator
Cause when you getting money these niggas
Will try to set you up
Designer from the buckle up
Speeding I should buckle up
Faded off this cannabis
You reach just know this can will bust
My goons be with shit
They be shooting for nothing
If you you pull up on my block just know we
Moving them onions ands that’s a fact

Just a regular day
Trying to stack up my cake but these lame
Ass bitches trying to get in my face
They be all in the way
I’m just bussing my moves
Just don’t fuck with my money and I
Won’t bring out the goons yea
Don’t make me bring out the
Goons cause they be shooting
For nothing when it ain’t nothing to do yea
Don’t make me bring out the
Goons cause they be
Shooting for nothing when it
Ain’t nothing to do

Another day another dollar it’s a
Lick then we ride out
Skully with the eyes out
The trap spot the hideout
She bad then you fly her out
All about a flex
Ain’t tricking if you got it
This new 40 sitting in the closet
Trynna keep my private life private
But when you in the lime light
That shit just not an option
Keep that thing close that’s just
How you gotta be
Now I’m fucking with new bitches
With more followers than me
Niggas pay attention
I’m the niggas that the haters mention
All traps how I made a living
Now it’s beaches while I’m tweeting
While the bae is swimming
Attitude like she made of lemon
Looking like one of them famous women
Lil homies they be doing the dumping
Get em all hit em all
They be shooting for nothing
I’m in a foreign with a foreign
The ignition a button regular beam jawn
I ain’t missing for nothing

Just a regular day
Trying to stack up my cake but these lame
Ass bitches trying to get in my face
They be all in the way
I’m just bussing my moves
Just don’t fuck with my money and I
Won’t bring out the goons yea
Don’t make me bring out the
Goons cause they be shooting
For nothing when it ain’t nothing to do yea
Don’t make me bring out the
Goons cause they be
Shooting for nothing when it
Ain’t nothing to do

I swear my city full of wolves
Hungry niggas lurking to kill
Back blocks with them Glocks off
The purp and the pills
Chain swinging that a trophy from the profit
Couple bands up in the tuck so if I need
It know I got it secure the bag
Thinking Miami getting neck in a jag
Leaving stains on the vinyl
Missed the try when I ash
Getting blunted with a Spanish mami
Blade in her bag
She be flipping but when she
Spitting almost making me crash
From a cold city
Hotter than all these niggas home with me
Got a dog bitch In my DM
Ready to bone with me
Patron empty getting faded for the fuck of it
Head up in the clouds
Looking down at all this sucker shit
Youngins tucking shit
You ain’t telling them nothing they
Get at you get
You right up out the Rollie you stunting
Fake game
Pull your card boy we knew you was bluffing
Played dirty in this life and don’t
Regret it for nothing that’s real