Not Regular

[Verse 1: Connis]
I’ma do your ass a solid
Let you know I’m prolly gonna fuck this up
Before I even get a chance to fuck it up at least I kept it real
I do not know what it means for one to settle down
I left my burner on all night and now my kettle’s brown
All I wanted was some tea
Y’all be trippin’ I be sippin’ in the corner doing me
N.B.S. and Millyz rockin’ at my show I’m 17
Upstairs at Middle East this Cambridge shit is what I mean
I ain’t never asked for credit from no people on the scene
I ain’t even wanna address it but I am because it’s me
I’m just focused on my credit cause these loans like a gee
Every 4 or 5 months but I’m like fuck I’m deferring ’til I got my people paid out
Fuck a personal barber giving me my fades now
I be dressing bummy but I still could pull them jays out any day now
Be like CD from 08’ now when the coast side was my playground
Hop in the whip and I ride, hit 100 on Memorial Drive
Then I get on 95, out to Brooklyn in a blink of an eye, got shit I gotta do
Soap rollin’ dope cruising down Route 2
I been driving so high I think I’m Marty McFly now we’re in 3022

[Bridge: Connis]
Doing great now outcasted myself but I’m saying hey now
I be dressing bummy but I still could pull that cake out any day now
Look like CD on his wave now I just threw some soap up on the beat

[Verse 2: soap.wav]
I’m smoking gas I’m in my bag now
Feel like I’m floating on a cloud, wow
Drop-top, skurt-skurt I cannot come down
This is my life this is how it goes down you ain’t no controller
Cause this shit ain’t regular, move pack on the cellular
And service like Rari everything gnarly we don’t smoke regular
Need everything iced out rocky, soap.wav he more like tsunami
Sauce on these hoes and they watching I get the gwap ain’t no option
I move up and I look down whole time I’m making racks I’m not around
I take trips out of town she said she loves my sound, pull up I put it down
This is my life this is how it goes down you ain’t no controller
Yeah, cause this shit ain’t regular no move pack on the cellular phone
With all of my dawgs when we walk in we let the facts do the talking
Hoes on my back I be cautious, they let me know I got options

[Verse 3: Connis]
They flexing PK on the gram I’m out in BK with my mans
Slice of pizza with a can I fell asleep on Louie’s couch
What would he say for a fan? What would she do for that clout?
What would I do for a band? I shouldn’t open up my mouth
He say she say ‘bout each other they be beefin’ well no wonder
Told ‘em don’t bring none of that drama to my show just pay the cover
Soap got me rocking Moroccan garments that’s why he’s my brother
We way to focused on this shit I don’t see none you mother fuckers, yeah

[Outro: Connis & soap.wav]
Cause this shit ain’t regular, no
Be like CD from 08’ now when the coast side was my playground
(Move pack on the cellular phone)
Look like CD on his wave now I just threw some soap up on the beat
(Cause this shit ain’t regular, no)
Be like CD from 08’ now when the coast side was my playground
(Move pack on the cellular phone)
Cause this shit ain’t regular