Sorry
I'm so like excited to record some new shit
And like I don't think niggas really understand that I get better every song
Like every song I get better no cap
Yeah, she wanna come in the back of the back of the whip
She tryna get freaky and shit
I just been running up racks, racks, racks
Remember I dreamed bout this shit
Niggas keep talking about how they gon get me
How they gon catch me lacking and shit
I'm out Cali relaxing and shit
This broke ass bitch keep asking for shit
Feel like kan it's nothing to me, I know my niggas go dummy for me
Got a thick ass bitch keep rubbing on me
She get on her knees it's funny to me
Pass her to gang, pass her to bro
Don't give no fucks can't wife no hoe
Yeah, pass her to gang pass her to bro
I remember I was broke I ain't never going back no more
I'm sorry to say
I'm sorry to say
I just been popping these beans again
I just been sipping this lean again
I'm sorry to say
I'm sorry to say
I just been popping these beans again
I just been sipping this lean again
The way I been mixing the soda and syrup together
My brother just called me a chemist
My locks in her face when i'm putting it in
She staring at me, I think she gotta fetish
G17 with a beam, JJ Redick
Getting my info off Reddit
If it ain't bout money just dead it
I said what I said my nigga and I don't regret it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I just been popping these beans
Sipping this lean, Wockhardt in my spleen
Took a shroom out my pocket and took that trip
My nigga I'm high as a bitch
Took a shroom out my pocket and took that trip
My nigga I'm loving that shit, my niggas be
Runnin' it
Runnin' it
Runnin' it
Runnin' it
Runnin' it
Runnin' it up
Don't play with the gang, don't test your luck
This bitch so smart, but her head so dumb
I'm falling in love, I know it ain't lust
The higher I get, the harder to trust
I pop me a perc, I love me the rush
It's 3 a.m I just dirtied my Crush
He think he solid we turn him to mush
He think he solid we turn him to dust
Uh uh uh uh double my cup
Uh uh uh uh enough is enough
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again (Sorry again)
And like I don't think niggas really understand that I get better every song
Like every song I get better no cap
Yeah, she wanna come in the back of the back of the whip
She tryna get freaky and shit
I just been running up racks, racks, racks
Remember I dreamed bout this shit
Niggas keep talking about how they gon get me
How they gon catch me lacking and shit
I'm out Cali relaxing and shit
This broke ass bitch keep asking for shit
Feel like kan it's nothing to me, I know my niggas go dummy for me
Got a thick ass bitch keep rubbing on me
She get on her knees it's funny to me
Pass her to gang, pass her to bro
Don't give no fucks can't wife no hoe
Yeah, pass her to gang pass her to bro
I remember I was broke I ain't never going back no more
I'm sorry to say
I'm sorry to say
I just been popping these beans again
I just been sipping this lean again
I'm sorry to say
I'm sorry to say
I just been popping these beans again
I just been sipping this lean again
The way I been mixing the soda and syrup together
My brother just called me a chemist
My locks in her face when i'm putting it in
She staring at me, I think she gotta fetish
G17 with a beam, JJ Redick
Getting my info off Reddit
If it ain't bout money just dead it
I said what I said my nigga and I don't regret it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I just been popping these beans
Sipping this lean, Wockhardt in my spleen
Took a shroom out my pocket and took that trip
My nigga I'm high as a bitch
Took a shroom out my pocket and took that trip
My nigga I'm loving that shit, my niggas be
Runnin' it
Runnin' it
Runnin' it
Runnin' it
Runnin' it
Runnin' it up
Don't play with the gang, don't test your luck
This bitch so smart, but her head so dumb
I'm falling in love, I know it ain't lust
The higher I get, the harder to trust
I pop me a perc, I love me the rush
It's 3 a.m I just dirtied my Crush
He think he solid we turn him to mush
He think he solid we turn him to dust
Uh uh uh uh double my cup
Uh uh uh uh enough is enough
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again (Sorry again)
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Writer(s): Rodney Williams
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