Lyrics Regular - B Shiesty

I gotta go get that new car tinted
That motherfucker a Jag, it'll never be rented
I was puffin' my dope and she asked could I hit
Ain't respondin' to her, you can leave me alone
It's some rockstar hoes that'll be on my phone
I'm a top tier nigga, in that stank cologne
I do not want your face or dome
I got done hitting that, so I sent the bitch home
Why won't you leave me?
I don't know what you see in me
I'm a regular nigga, my nickname B
I'ma switch up my fit with that same white tee
Alexander my ankle, you know it's McQueen
I got money, on money, I'm buyin' a team
You can't pray to me, hoe, I don't know what that mean

I got brand new clothes, I'ma hop in a Rolls
When I look in the future, my neck and wrist froze
I ain't givin' my time to no pussy ass hoes
Bought my girl a new bracelet and buy me some clothes
If you take that shit off, you get hit in yo nose
I be ragin' and shit but, you know how it goes
I've been missing you baby, should maybe come home
I be texting on hoes how I play on my phone
She want Camaro and maybe the Benz
How the fuck I am weird, I don't fuck with your friends
I can't fuck none of them they be double o seven
At the end of the day, I'ma tote an eleven
By the end of this year I'll be pushing that Chevy
I was pushing the bitch, but the wheel too heavy
I was packing up shit in a zip named Hefty
I be different from niggas, you know I'm a lefty
Bitch be thinking I'm cheating because I am a Leo
No reality show no Tamera and Tia
My life been delayed should be pushing the beamer
I been texting my hoe while I puff on my reefa
That's a thot ass bitch, I should block and delete her
You can put up yo can't, don't wanna be with you either
I was dropping a tape never dropping my heater
I can be with the bitch, but I never would need her

Why won't she leave me alone?
Why the other hoes calling my phone?
I'm never gon' come to you leave me alone
Got a view from the top and I'm taking a pic
Finally the day that my dick get licked
I'll pull up on you, if you show me the split
Something sweet on my yeah, she got Koolaid lips
I'ma need that hoe to poke out her hips

I gotta go get that new car tinted
That motherfucker a Jag, it'll never be rented
I was puffin' my dope and she asked could I hit
Ain't respondin' to her, you can leave me alone
It's some rockstar hoes that'll be on my phone
I'm a top tier nigga, in that stank cologne
I do not want your face or dome
I got done hitting that, so I sent the bitch home
Why won't you leave me?
I don't know what you see in me
I'm a regular nigga, my nickname B
I'ma switch up my fit with that same white tee
Alexander my ankle, you know it's McQueen
I got money, on money, I'm buyin' a team
You can't pray to me, hoe, I don't know what that mean

Digital footprint I'm fucking it up
I'm not giving a fuck I was counting up comas
Should I take my lil bitch to that new Benihana's?
It wouldn't be too bad if I got Camry or Honda
What if I poke on yo body like llamas?
I don't know why you keep using them condoms
I'm talking to hoes you talking' to mama
I remember them days I had hoes on the roster