JayRoddy - ON the REG (feat. Robby Rico)

I manifest til’ I think I deserve it
I swear to god I got bars
Always got full service, I’m just like
I don’t really give a fuck about your convos
I’m the boy in all your girlfriend’s favorite songs bro
If she ain’t my type I already dubbed her
Yo Jewish brodie comin’ out the suburbs
If you come with me I got you covered
If we go I needa get a buzz first
They be like Roddy how you get that shit
I manifested it
And I could never give a fuck cause I’m invested in
Everything I’m workin for so
I don’t hang with pessimists
Grateful for my parents and
For everything they blessed me with
I’m tryna go for blunt rides in the hills
I probably lit like 20,000 just in stow
I wanna go from rollin doobies up at Lowe’s
To twistin’ plots with tornados on our clothes
Yea I do my thang on reg
I been stepping up I always stay one step a head
To tell the truth I left that shit on read
I deserve a toast when I butter up this bread
Yea I do my thang on reg
I been stepping up I always stay one step a head
To tell the truth I left that shit on read
I deserve a toast when I butter up this bread
Night just started and we touch road
Sipping on a drink and got a blunt rolled
I’ve been doing this shit since a young bull baby
I’m just tryna catch a vibe they don’t want gun smoke
Oh no, they don’t want no gun smoke
I’ve been on they insta man, it’s all cap in they photos
They talk shit about me cause they feeling all that FOMO
When I pull up on them they start acting sweet like cocoa
I need a coop with a roof that look like a planetarium
I need diamonds splashing looking like a damn aquarium
I need a big bag so I can buy a new boat
I want that jet lag feeling when I fly coast to cost
I need a house in the hills I’m feeling optimistic
Check the logo on the shirt cause I’m always twisted
Tryna ball up like a player I ain’t talking pistons
Say your team is lit but you ain’t even competition
Yea I do my thang on reg
I been stepping up I always stay one step a head
To tell the truth I left that shit on read
I deserve a toast when I butter up this bread
Yea I do my thang on reg
I been stepping up I always stay one step a head
To tell the truth I left that shit on read
I deserve a toast when I butter up this bread
You look at me with a blank stare
Imma fill em’ in
I went from killing dudes on COD to killing’ gin
They’re still talking, they’re still talkin’
I’m killin’ tracks just to fill coffins
I’m doin pop and it’s still poppin’
I put in work just to build options
Christians on my feet I feel like Bill Johnson
I had to let go of that bitch because there’s still options
I’m so sick of popping off feel like I’m still nauseous
And if I move out to the hills just know I’m still Boston
Like a switch hitter watch me go and change it up
Team full of G-O-A-T’s you can call us Brady Bunch
I’m back at it I was missing for a couple months
I got a mixture in my cup and got a couple blunts
Yea I do my thang on reg
I been stepping up I always stay one step a head
To tell the truth I left that shit on read
I deserve a toast when I butter up this bread
Yea I do my thang on reg
I been stepping up I always stay one step a head
To tell the truth I left that shit on read
I deserve a toast when I butter up this bread

Written by:
Joshua Rothberg, Roberto Marques

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