Regulate

[Intro]
And it goes a little something like this

[Verse]
Sunshine Christo hop up all over these fucking tracks, yo
And you know I ain't gon go' without my fucking pole
From the southside of the map, deeper than the fifty states
Ho' try to play with game, so I had to regulate
You can't fuck with my game, I already remember your name
I roll with them based boys, you cannot say the same
I work with Emochao, you ain't even hit 10k
Shawty give me gifts like it is my birthday
I wish in the worst way for all of you
You ain't fuck with me, so don't act like you do
She wants that brand new, she wants them new clothes
I can't do that shit, I don't rеward a ho'
She sniffing on that blow, she taking all that snow
I ain't approve of this, I'm jadеd like the crow
Shawty so fucked up, she gon' pour me that drank
I can't let her out, 'cause bitch, she a skank
I'm not going to your crib, I'm going to the bank
Smoking on that loud, man, that shit stank
I don't need your help, not no helping hand
Let me play the game, you watch from the stands
I'm trying to make some bands, that is the point
Once I make that money, you ain't finna hear my voice
Alright bitch, I heard you talking down
You ain't fucking with my nightcore sound
Alright bitch, I heard you talking down
You is not fucking with my sound, I rap so fast and all by my own
I don't like you, so stop blowing up my phone
Act like I ain't home, leave me alone, I don't need porn, fuck when I want to
I'm on the magazine, I'm a role model
I'm a grimy nigga, sipping out the bottle
Man, they simping, they ain't even pimping
They got all these people, all these damn witnesses
We ain't rob you, man, but don't act like we can't
I got dirty hands, I got dirty hands, all these dirt I did, I should join the mob
Flipping off this girl, like my name is Bob
I'm in too deep, way too deep to stop, all these drugs I got, but I ain't a cop
I rapped for four minutes straight, you can't do that, so don't relate
I got a lot up on my plate, not no time for no date
I can't make a mistake in this game that we play
You acting like we on a stage, I put the gun to your face
Reality checking y'all, why y'all ain't answer calls?
What's this shit that we are friends? I ain't tripping, I'm alone in the end
I ain't tripping, I'm alone in the end
She wants that brand new, she wants them new clothes
I can't do that shit, I don't reward a ho'
She sniffing on that blow, she taking all that snow
I ain't approve of this, I'm jaded like the crow