Not Regular X4 & Remble
"Not Regular" by X4 & Remble, released in 2023, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of individuality, self-confidence, and resilience against societal norms. The lyrics emphasize standing out and embracing one's uniqueness. Musically, it features a blend of catchy beats and dynamic flows, enhancing its appeal. The song resonates with listeners seeking empowerment and authenticity.
[Intro]
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)
(Laudiano)
[Chorus: X4]
On the dead homie, you's a bitch
Twist my fingers, I just threw up all type of shit
Slidin' in the Benz
Got a nigga mad 'cause I'm fuckin' on his bitch
Hmm, switch
Glockiana on me, please don't fuck around and get chipped
Hmm, no cap
Bitch, I'm not a regular, nah
[Verse 1: X4]
And this is not a regular hat
I got all type of shit, these ain't no regular tats
Hmm
A smart-mouth bitch'll get regular slapped
Did four, came home, bitch, I'm still poppin'
Other side mad 'cause they homies still droppin'
Gucci kicks cost eight hundred, but I still bought 'em
County jail, told me he wasn't trippin', but I still fought him
Shut the fuck up when the joint talkin'
I'm just totin' the billies in the party, I ain't Crip walkin'
He told me his peoples from the hood, but, shit, I still offed him
He started runnin' way before I shot, but, shit, I still caught him
Um, is he gettin' put on at the park or not?
Is we bouncin' out with the chops on the opps or what?
I can see that camera in your chain, is you tellin' or what?
Wait, and I heard you got slapped, get the fuck off the block
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)
(Laudiano)
[Chorus: X4]
On the dead homie, you's a bitch
Twist my fingers, I just threw up all type of shit
Slidin' in the Benz
Got a nigga mad 'cause I'm fuckin' on his bitch
Hmm, switch
Glockiana on me, please don't fuck around and get chipped
Hmm, no cap
Bitch, I'm not a regular, nah
[Verse 1: X4]
And this is not a regular hat
I got all type of shit, these ain't no regular tats
Hmm
A smart-mouth bitch'll get regular slapped
Did four, came home, bitch, I'm still poppin'
Other side mad 'cause they homies still droppin'
Gucci kicks cost eight hundred, but I still bought 'em
County jail, told me he wasn't trippin', but I still fought him
Shut the fuck up when the joint talkin'
I'm just totin' the billies in the party, I ain't Crip walkin'
He told me his peoples from the hood, but, shit, I still offed him
He started runnin' way before I shot, but, shit, I still caught him
Um, is he gettin' put on at the park or not?
Is we bouncin' out with the chops on the opps or what?
I can see that camera in your chain, is you tellin' or what?
Wait, and I heard you got slapped, get the fuck off the block
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