[Regula' Degula' Intro]
Ah
You gotta make it count
You gotta make it count
[Hook]
Walk through your function in a sweat suit
And shut it down on my..
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Drove through the drive thru and the lady gave me her number
But that's..
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Regula' Degula', Regu-, Regula' Degula'
We only smoke on that loud pack
You keep all of that..
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Gotta make it count
You gotta make it count
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Regu-, Regula' Degula'
[Verse 1]
Hey yo I used to sit and stress
About the shit I couldn't afford to do
Now I'm on some big shit
Cuz I kick shit like Gordon Liu
So ill with the writing
I bet you I'll still be fighting off 24 year olds when I'm 42
Petey the flow deacon
Told 'em I was the Last of the Mohicans
When they asked if there were more of you
They said, "Damn your moving like Michael Keaton
In Multiplicity man, handling shit like there's four of you."
Uh-huh, I had told ya
I uprose to show ya I could behold the ayatollah
So strong that I can show up, give you a high five
And paralyze your whole right side from the shoulder
That's right I'm a pro now
Got behind the boards
So of course, made my own sound
N***as went from bumming rides
To getting flown 'round
And spending money like centripetal force to hold it down
[Chorus]
Walk through your function in a sweat suit
And shut it down on my..
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Drove through the drive thru and the lady gave me her number
But that's..
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Regula' Degula', Regu-, Regula' Degula'
We only smoke on that loud pack
You keep all of that..
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Gotta make it count
You gotta make it count
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Regu-, Regula' Degula'
[Verse 2]
I'm in these streets riding clean
A n***a mad as hell
Getting digits off the snitches or the tattle tales
I'm in the whip, seat back, with the fattest L
In the lane whippin 'round like a dragon tail
Bitch n***as love to pop shit
I'm probably getting stock tips while loading up Glock clips
I find it funny n***as saying that I'm old
But I'm the n***a that steady putting out the new hot shit
My city love me, you hatin' n***a
You over there in solitaire
The fuck is you playing n***a?
I ain't got a job or a boss that'll pay a n***a
So Petey out to get it from the PM to AM n***a
Petey out here hustlin'
24/7 hoe
365 hoe
What the fuck would I lie for?
Let a n***a find out where you pitch or reside though
And n***as kicking in through the back and the side door
[Skit]
[Pre Chorus]
Ah
You gotta make it count
You gotta make it count
[Chorus]
Walk through your function in a sweat suit
And shut it down on my..
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Drove through the drive thru and the lady gave me her number
But that's..
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Regula' Degula', Regu-, Regula' Degula'
We only smoke on that loud pack
You keep all of that..
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Gotta make it count
You gotta make it count
Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'
Regu-, Regula' Degula'
[Verse 3]
I don't know why a n***a mad
And I don't give a fuck
I was rock bottom looking for a pick me up
It's a cold world momma had to zip me up
Back when I was still sippin' out of sippy cups
Two different type of n***as, we ain't similar
2Pac taught me how to hit 'em up
N***as tried to cross me but we ain't perpendicular
And I'll break on a n***a like a tibia, a fibula
Petey made a name and now they screaming for his signature
Petey like greens and his greens he eat with vinegar
You got a lot of followers but you ain't got no listeners
I'm preaching to the choir and the motherfucking minister
Petey, Petey bigger than the grudges, they unlimited
So why I let it go like a wholesale distributor
You would be dumb to come test my testiculars
Claiming that you real but your face ain't familiar
Free Wise P no kid should be a prisoner
I don't need to know the details or the particulars
I just hope its all straightened out like a conditioner
I don't go to movies cuz my real life a cinema
A n***a tried to play the role with me
And I'ma send him up
Before it even get started
I’m a put an end to ya
And for me there's no losing
Cuz I'm proving that I'm proven, hey
[Regula' Degula End]
[Got Eem Intro]
Homie said you ain't got no bitches
Who don't got no bitches?
He say I, he say I don't?
I could press that n***a like damn n***a
I do got more bitches than you
With your ugly ass
Got Eem!
[Verse 1]
Petey got pills
Oxycotin, Percs
Petey got lean
Petey got herb
Petey got fans and them fans spread the word
That Petey ain't got feelings
But Petey got some nerve
N***as said they animals that's what Petey heard
But Petey skinned them animals
Now Petey got some furs
Petey want his money up front on the first
Or I'll be sliding in your home base 'round the third
Damn, damn that's that Nickel shit
I even got wordplay
Crazy yo I simple shit
N***as can't fuck with me
Bottle with the pistol grip
I grind your bones into dust just to sniff the shit
I turn that bottle upside down while you sip the shit
Petey ain't no plumber but Petey working with the shits
I'm reppin' Richmond bitch
I'm reppin' Richmond bitch
[Hook]
You ain't ever met no n***as like these
Got Eem!
I got computers feuding
Got Eem!
You ain't never smoke no blunts like these
Got Eem!
I got the über ubre
Ha!
Got Eem!
[Verse 2]
A hoe without a job to have some fun and spend some money
Ain't nobody trip as long as everybody winnin'
Go and get the check hoe you look it might impress you
Sorry, sob stories, and your tears don't touch me
I'm cold
Fuck you bitch get your own (Got Eem!)
And fuck being broke we gettin' doe
The plug is the first speed dial in my phone
I fuck with him cuz he'll never tax me on his o's
I had to block your bitch up off my Twitter
Spamming me with pictures of them nipples
I ain't never thirsty
But if I am, I'ma get the liquor
Hoodie on my head like the reaper with the sickle
Petey out to get it..
[Skit Outro]
N***a what's good my n***a?
Holy shit
Don't wanna get your shit domed my n***a
Damn, what we pressin' n***as like that?
Hell yeah I am my n***a. I'ma fuck..
