[Lyric] Regular Day (FOE Dellion & FOE C3)

Verse 1 ( FOE Dellion)

I got baddie out in BX she be shopping
She said she match my fly, yellow bone she from the islands
Exotic but ironic blow this kush until I can’t even see
I roll this plane this jet fuel, it got me falling
So pack ya bags fly you out, come and stay for some weeks
Nothing but ratchets on my city, swear these bitches too weak
Bout my money that’s why I’m strapped, Hunnits stuffed in the jeans
Ferrogamo my belt buckle, 40 stuck in between
Just know I do that on a regular, stacking on a regular. Pull up everyday another foreign that’s irregular
Lazer off the 40 match the beam off The Predator, cause when you getting money these niggas will try to set you up
Designer from the buckle up
Speeding I should buckle up
Faded off this cannabis
You reach just know this can will bust
My goons be with shit, they be shooting for nothing
If you you pull up on my block just know we
Moving them onions ands that’s a fact

Hook (Cascio)

Just a regular day, trying to stack up my cake but these lame ass bitches trying to get in my face
They be all in the way, I’m just bussing my moves, just don’t fuck with my money and I won’t bring out the goons yea
Don’t make me bring out the goons cause they be shooting for nothing when it ain’t nothing to do yea
Don’t make me bring out the goons cause they be shooting for nothing when it ain’t nothing to do


Verse 2 ( Tsu Surf)

Another day another dollar it’s a lick then we ride out
Skully with the eyes out, the trap spot the hideout
She bad then you fly her out, All about a flex
Ain’t tricking if you got it, this new 40 sitting in the closet
Trynna keep my private life private, but when you in the lime light that shit just not an option
Keep that thing close that’s just how you gotta be
Now I’m fucking with new bitches with more followers than me, niggas pay attention
I’m the niggas that the haters mention
All traps how I made a living
Now it’s beaches while I’m tweeting while the bae is swimming
Attitude like she made of lemon, looking like one of them famous women
Lil homies they be doing the dumping, get em all hit em all they be shooting for nothing
I’m in a foreign with a foreign, the ignition a button
Regular beam jawn, I ain’t missing for nothing

Hook (Cascio)
Just a regular day, trying to stack up my cake but these lame ass bitches trying to get in my face
They be all in the way, I’m just bussing my moves, just don’t fuck with my money and I won’t bring out the goons yea
Don’t make me bring out the goons cause they be shooting for nothing when it ain’t nothing to do yea
Don’t make me bring out the goons cause they be shooting for nothing when it ain’t nothing to do

Verse 3 (FOE C3)

I swear my city full of wolves, hungry niggas lurking to kill
Back blocks with them Glocks off the purp and the pills
Chain swinging that a trophy from the profit, couple bands up in the tuck so if I need it know I got it. Secure the bag
Thinking Miami getting neck in a jag
Leaving stains on the vinyl, missed the try when I ash
Getting blunted with a Spanish mami, blade in her bag, she be flipping but when she spitting almost making me crash
From a cold city, hotter than all these niggas home with me
Got a dog bitch In my DM ready to bone with me
Patron empty getting faded for the fuck of it
Head up in the clouds, looking down at all this sucker shit
Youngins tucking shit, you ain’t telling them nothing. They get at you get you right up out the Rollie you stunting
Fake game, pull your card boy we knew you was bluffing
Played dirty in this life and don’t regret it for nothing that’s real