Songtexte Regina - RopV

Smokin' on that gas
I ain't smokin' regina
Goin' hella fast
I ain't mean to leave ya
Facin' off my past
I ain't even see ya
So call me whatcha want
But please don't go tell Mrs. Pena (Oh shit!)

Smokin' on that gas
I ain't smokin' regina
Goin' hella fast
I ain't mean to leave ya
Facin' off my past
I ain't even see ya
So call me whatcha want
But please don't go tell Mrs. Pena (Oh shit!)

I been runnin' bloody white bricks like Supreme
Gotcha b-b-bitchin'
T-t-twitchin' like a stream
Catcha in a lie
S-s-slippin' on my scheme
Bitch boy you gon' die
Ballin' on yo whole team
Don't even try to diss my flow
Jumpin' on head like Mario (Yahoo!)
Got the whole squad, Kamarreo
Buzzin' off quick Ferraris yo
It don't even matter where you trynna go
You ain't ever matchin' up with my flow
Smokin' on gas
Coughin' on blow
Got the whole crowd yellin' "Rop!" (Okay!)

Smokin' on that gas
I ain't smokin' regina
Goin' hella fast
I ain't mean to leave ya
Facin' off my past
I ain't even see ya
So call me whatcha want
But please don't go tell Mrs. Pena (Oh shit!)

Smokin' on that gas
I ain't smokin' regina
Goin' hella fast
I ain't mean to leave ya
Facin' off my past
I ain't even see ya
So call me whatcha want
But please don't go tell Mrs. Pena (Oh shit!)

Smokin' on that gas
I ain't smokin regina (I ain't smokin' that shit)
Hatin' on me bitch
I ain't even see ya (Where the fuck you at?)
How the fuck you dissin?
I ain't even meet ya (I ain't ever met you)
Catch me out in Texas
Sellin' out them theatres (Sellin' out them shows)
I don't really fuck with all that talkin' shit (You just yappin')
Call me on my bluff
I'm really poppin', bitch (I'm poppin'!)
Flexin' all that stuff
Not really coppin' shit (Br-r-r-r-itch!)
Ask me what I been through
I said "A lot of shit"

Smokin' on that gas
I ain't smokin' regina
Goin' hella fast
I ain't mean to leave ya
Facin' off my past
I ain't even see ya
So call me whatcha want
But please don't go tell Mrs. Pena (Oh shit!)

Smokin' on that gas
I ain't smokin' regina
Goin' hella fast
I ain't mean to leave ya
Facin' off my past
I ain't even see ya
So call me whatcha want
But please don't go tell Mrs. Pena (Oh shit!)

Holding up a gun
Like it's a pun
Losing sight
Shawty night
Like the Dark Knight
No light
Killing everybody in sight