No Regrets
Onna guys I get much respect
Bitches say I'm fly seen me on a jet (Hmm)
They surprised I got no regrets
Told Brodie niggas dying off them Percocets (Hmm)
I got bad bitches bad bitches on me
I might just slide in the lamb on my lonely
We playing yachts getting litty with my Brodies
Ain't going back to the city that's the old me
I told my bitch I'm getting money please don't worry bout my other bitch
My music and my image really switched up on some other shit
I hang wit rich niggas I done froze up my other wrist
A nigga get figures I might pose for another pick
I might lose my mind if she call me by my government
Niggas back and forth tell the truth know I'm running it
I bought a handbag for the glocky and it cover it
And invent swag nigga dripping bitches loving it
And all i got is money on my mind yeah
Throw it up let the AP shine yeah
I might take the rolls with a dime yeah
When them other niggas fold I'll be right here
Onna guys I get much respect
Bitches say I'm fly seen me on a jet (Hmm)
They surprised I got no regrets
Told Brodie niggas dying off them Percocets (Hmm)
I got bad bitches bad bitches on me
I might just slide in the lamb on my lonely
We playing yachts getting litty with my Brodies
Ain't going back to the city that's the old me
Bitches say I'm fly seen me on a jet (Hmm)
They surprised I got no regrets
Told Brodie niggas dying off them Percocets (Hmm)
I got bad bitches bad bitches on me
I might just slide in the lamb on my lonely
We playing yachts getting litty with my Brodies
Ain't going back to the city that's the old me
I told my bitch I'm getting money please don't worry bout my other bitch
My music and my image really switched up on some other shit
I hang wit rich niggas I done froze up my other wrist
A nigga get figures I might pose for another pick
I might lose my mind if she call me by my government
Niggas back and forth tell the truth know I'm running it
I bought a handbag for the glocky and it cover it
And invent swag nigga dripping bitches loving it
And all i got is money on my mind yeah
Throw it up let the AP shine yeah
I might take the rolls with a dime yeah
When them other niggas fold I'll be right here
Onna guys I get much respect
Bitches say I'm fly seen me on a jet (Hmm)
They surprised I got no regrets
Told Brodie niggas dying off them Percocets (Hmm)
I got bad bitches bad bitches on me
I might just slide in the lamb on my lonely
We playing yachts getting litty with my Brodies
Ain't going back to the city that's the old me
Credits
Writer(s): Marcel Wilson
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