Regret

I regret all the things I ain't get to tell you
In the end it just feel like I then failed you
When I'm in the booth, it's crazy
Feel like I'm still there with you
I'm still gon' get to it daily
Act like I'm getting bread with you
(Yea)
Fuck 'em up
Get them bands and put 'em up
(Uh huh)
We gon' slide for Velle
You know we don't give no fucks
They still slide in vans
We upgraded slide in trucks
Bucks, that's just what we get
I cant hang around with bums

This shit ain't no fun
Defense with these drums
Like my brodie said, I'd rather get caught with
And not without me one
My girlie hate when I be with band
She know I play the drums
She really hate the way I get this bread
Ain't hating on my funds
(Aye aye)
Savv getting it done
I'm coolin' with Guap
Ain't shooting the ones
(Okay)
Tryna have a lil bit of fun
I'm faded as fuck
Threw too many ones
Seen gang in the truck
Turned tail and he run
Now he don't wanna buck
We got too many guns
Guap boys be the ones, yea
Guap boys be the ones, yea
I'm just tryna get rich (aye)
I ain't worried bout yo bitch (nah)
Want that dissing bitch dead
Itching to get that nigga gone
Itching to blow this fucking blick
It sound like a microphone
If you itching all up on yo dick
That mean you fucking skurdy hoes
Can't be fucking dirty hoes
Can't be fucking skurdy hoes
That's what brother used to always say
You fucking on skurdy hoes
Dirty hoes, nasty bitches
R.I.P. my brother man
(I need you)

I regret all the things I ain't get to tell you
In the end it just feel like I then failed you
When I'm in the booth, it's crazy
Feel like I'm still there with you
I'm still gon' get to it daily
Act like I'm getting bread with you
(Yea)
Fuck 'em up
Get them bands and put 'em up
(Uh huh)
We gon' slide for Velle
You know we don't give no fucks
They still slide in vans
We upgraded slide in trucks
Bucks, that's just what we get
I cant hang around with bums



Credits
Writer(s): Myquawn Bailey
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