No Regrets Eli Fross

[Intro]
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I smoke, furnace
I smoke, furnace
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
I smoke, furnace
Mama, I was broke, back then, they use to swerve me
Now they look up like, "Damn, he in his Birkin"
Shorty look good, but her friend look perfect
I'm in my own lane in the car I'm swervin'
Busted down chain in the spot she turnin'
Heart been broke, so I fucked her and curved her
And free bro locked, on the opps, he was lurkin'

[Verse]
Lookin' like a star while I shine in thеse VVs
Ice on froze, might blind, can't see mе
Been down bad then I burst through the ceiling
Mama, look up, see your son on the TV
Won't tell a thing if I'm booked, nigga, free me
Sippin' on Wock' in the spot, I be leaning
Got a nigga hot, now the hoes wanna see me
And even shorty look at a nigga, bitch, leave me
Uh, fucked a bad bitch that I don't know
Uh, never love a thot, that's a no-no
Uh, wife a bad bitch on the low-low
Uh, the only time I run is from the popo
Uh, she still tryna fuck when she leave me
Uh, put an opp nigga on the TV
Uh, brodie sendin' shots like it's Frisbee
Uh, we still takin' flights out the city