The Regatta (feat. concern & King Marius)

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I'm boutta end world peace
Ima get obese
And ima pop a couple percs and a triple c
I'm drinking kerosene, It got me weak at the knees
They told me stay inside
But bitch I'm boutta leave
I'm boutta get fucked up off a pain relief
I'm boutta fry your favorite rapper in some bacon grease
I'm boutta hit the slopes but I don't know how to ski
I go freaky deaky every day of the week
Taught the teacher how to teach
Taught the bleacher how to bleach
I wrote the lines but I freestyle
I don't like to read
You looking at my pockets
You pocket watching stop it please
Or ima run your pockets for your cash and that's a guarantee

I need cash need it fast
Put a couple bags of the guala in the back
I got all the juice like the guava that's facts
Tuning in with Davie and with Nolan and with Max
There's a lotta greatness unfolding on the track
Every single day I get to working on my craft
Every single day I get to rolling up smacked
Every single day she want me hit it from the back
Told me I'm the man when I do it like that
Grabbing all the dough when I'm doing that dash
Tell you that they love they don't love you like that
Tell you that they love you then they stab you in the back
They don't want to smoke with me I ain't talking pack
Feeling like the alpha like the leader of the pack
I don't wanna trip but all these bitches acting wack
I can't let a goofy knock me off my path
Ima pop em like

Pop
Pop
Crackle and snap
I'm tryna get up in your kitchen take your apple and jacks
And that's facts
Bet your bitch gone want it better than max
I got maximum class and I just freestyled that
Dkafhdsd running to me cause I got a baseball bat
Boy I was dogging on this beat while you were taking catnaps
I'm eating fat, yeah, the dressing's really making you fat
My bad, think about it take your head out your ass
I'm boutta drop out of college and get to mowing the grass
I'm boutta come out the closet unless I get a text back
I'm boutta piss in the faucet and use the toilet as trash
I took the wallet out your pocket you ain't getting it back
I need cash

At the regatta shooting boats with the yoppa
I need cash, gimme cash, you know you gotta
You a fragile motherfucker like you made of terra cotta
I'ma smack a motherfucker like I'm smacking a pinata
I been spoon fed
Go crazy in the head
Run up in your house and I'm stealing all the meds
Mutiny an opportunity
Beat you with my jewelry
Get rid of the buffoons I don't f*ck with the buffoonery
Smoke a blunt in your face
It's offensive ain't it
Precious metals on me
It's expensive ain't it
I be going hard and I can't even explain it
I see shit that I want Ima go out and obtain it

I'm boutta end world peace
Ima get obese
And ima pop a couple percs and a triple c
I'm drinking kerosene, It got me weak at the knees
They told me stay inside
But bitch I'm boutta leave
I'm boutta get fucked up off a pain relief
I'm boutta fry your favorite rapper in some bacon grease
I'm boutta hit the slopes but I don't know how to ski
I go freaky deaky every day of the week
Taught the teacher how to teach
Taught the bleacher how to bleach
I wrote the lines but I freestyle
I don't like to read
You looking at my pockets
You pocket watching stop it please
Or ima run your pockets for your cash and that's a guarantee

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