Apologize for What? (feat. Richidenz)
Stranger and Denz shit man
You know the fucking vibes
Apologize for what
I swear all these rappers suck
Should've ready hung it up
Yo momma should've spit you up
Yo poppa should've wrapped it up
I ain't been in the stu much
But denz got me locked in this whole month
Heard they rolling 20 plus
Heard they didn't have a pump
Now they traumatized for months
Wear my jewerly if I flaunt
Best believe it's never tucked
Bet they wouldn't touch me once
I look like food I look lunch
But I ain't no fool and I ain't no punk
I know karma gonna come
Hope I'm ready when she do
All the good die way to young
Hope I ain't good enough to you
If I ever get caught up
Hope it ain't shit left I could prove
Cause I'm only 21 ain't got shit left I can lose
This rap shit blasé can't believe it
Prove me wrong then if we beefing
Slut her out now she my demon
In my head telling her secrets
Still ain't step one foot in Neiman's
Cause them crackers think I'm scheming
But I ain't mad cause shit I probably was
But bitch don't give me reasons
Now apologize for what
All you bitches do is front
Meanwhile I put in all the work feel like employee of the month
She was dumb lit and was drunk
Then she told me she in love
Told her get up out her fucking bag because that shits a dub
Now apologize for what
I could talk tough if i want
Tell me who gon get me touched
Wear my jewelry just to flaunt
Shawty copped it all for me I ain't even purchase one
That's the power of the D that's just how i give it up
Stranger
Niggas chattin I don't talk to strangers they just talking
See a pattern then I just erase it I just chalk it
I know that they love me niggas hating but they stalking
I ain't wit it ima see you later bitch I'm off it
Bagging em up I got the chop in the truck yeah
Chief in the runts I got the gas in my lungs yeah
Gassing them up like a pump you can get hit with the pump
This ain't what you want
Wish them good luck
They look up to me cause I run it up
Yeah tryna catch up to me they some runner ups, run it up
I got gats with me when I'm pulling up, pulling up
100 Racks with me when I'm pulling up, pulling up
I got cash on me apologize for what
I got cash on me apologize for what
Got the racks on me pulling up wassup
I got cash on me apologize for what
You know the fucking vibes
Apologize for what
I swear all these rappers suck
Should've ready hung it up
Yo momma should've spit you up
Yo poppa should've wrapped it up
I ain't been in the stu much
But denz got me locked in this whole month
Heard they rolling 20 plus
Heard they didn't have a pump
Now they traumatized for months
Wear my jewerly if I flaunt
Best believe it's never tucked
Bet they wouldn't touch me once
I look like food I look lunch
But I ain't no fool and I ain't no punk
I know karma gonna come
Hope I'm ready when she do
All the good die way to young
Hope I ain't good enough to you
If I ever get caught up
Hope it ain't shit left I could prove
Cause I'm only 21 ain't got shit left I can lose
This rap shit blasé can't believe it
Prove me wrong then if we beefing
Slut her out now she my demon
In my head telling her secrets
Still ain't step one foot in Neiman's
Cause them crackers think I'm scheming
But I ain't mad cause shit I probably was
But bitch don't give me reasons
Now apologize for what
All you bitches do is front
Meanwhile I put in all the work feel like employee of the month
She was dumb lit and was drunk
Then she told me she in love
Told her get up out her fucking bag because that shits a dub
Now apologize for what
I could talk tough if i want
Tell me who gon get me touched
Wear my jewelry just to flaunt
Shawty copped it all for me I ain't even purchase one
That's the power of the D that's just how i give it up
Stranger
Niggas chattin I don't talk to strangers they just talking
See a pattern then I just erase it I just chalk it
I know that they love me niggas hating but they stalking
I ain't wit it ima see you later bitch I'm off it
Bagging em up I got the chop in the truck yeah
Chief in the runts I got the gas in my lungs yeah
Gassing them up like a pump you can get hit with the pump
This ain't what you want
Wish them good luck
They look up to me cause I run it up
Yeah tryna catch up to me they some runner ups, run it up
I got gats with me when I'm pulling up, pulling up
100 Racks with me when I'm pulling up, pulling up
I got cash on me apologize for what
I got cash on me apologize for what
Got the racks on me pulling up wassup
I got cash on me apologize for what
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Writer(s): Christian Gonzalez
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