Never Sorry
Never sorry for being right, had to show that lil boy what that real life looked like
Never looked back, always looked right Up ahead til you see the flashing lights on
Tell me what you like So I know that you're the right one
If we too alike Then we gotta get the night going
Never been afraid Every time that I've been low
I just got back up on my feet Pick up my bags and I pack up
I just got backed up like ten weeks Download new tracks, then I'll pick it up
If she got ass, then she come to me But she got a man, I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I do what I want Tell the DJ turn it up
RS6 Avant, I done fucked her in the back
Pussy got me stuck Had to fix
The carpet of the crib That's a million dollar rug
Take them kicks off of my crib I'm bout to kick off in these bitch
Put a million on my wrist Her dress Emilio for ten G's
My swag they stealin' cause I got overload of them ripped Balenci jeans
She said that she can never trust me But I don't play that game no more
I don't be fuckin' with these dumb whores
And I always tell the same story Got me on my knees saying sorry
I was coolin' it with the bros And you had to kill the mood of the party, huh
I done smoked like twice my age 40 grams just like a Marley, huh
All them posts online and pages Scamming you out of your pockets, huh
He be sendin like 15 payments just so he get his name poppin', huh
I'm like, bro, but you still ain't famous Maybe that music ain't poppin' up
But I'm still not popular I realize I don't need it
I just wanna feel like I'm on top of it When I'm up, I'ma feel so real
I got nothing that's blockin' me I just need you to tell me what it is
Cause there's nothing that's stoppin' me Locked in, no talkin' please
I just got backed up like ten weeks, download new tracks, then I'm pickin' up
And she got ass and she callin' me But she got a man, I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I do what I want Tell the DJ, Turn it up
RS6 Avant, I done fucked her in the back
Pussy got me stuck, had to fix the carpet of the crib, that's a million dollar rug
Take them kicks off of my crib I'm bout to kick off in these bitch
Put a million on my wrist, her dress emilio for 10 G's
My swag, they stealin' cause I got overload of them ripped Balenci jeans
Never looked back, always looked right Up ahead til you see the flashing lights on
Tell me what you like So I know that you're the right one
If we too alike Then we gotta get the night going
Never been afraid Every time that I've been low
I just got back up on my feet Pick up my bags and I pack up
I just got backed up like ten weeks Download new tracks, then I'll pick it up
If she got ass, then she come to me But she got a man, I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I do what I want Tell the DJ turn it up
RS6 Avant, I done fucked her in the back
Pussy got me stuck Had to fix
The carpet of the crib That's a million dollar rug
Take them kicks off of my crib I'm bout to kick off in these bitch
Put a million on my wrist Her dress Emilio for ten G's
My swag they stealin' cause I got overload of them ripped Balenci jeans
She said that she can never trust me But I don't play that game no more
I don't be fuckin' with these dumb whores
And I always tell the same story Got me on my knees saying sorry
I was coolin' it with the bros And you had to kill the mood of the party, huh
I done smoked like twice my age 40 grams just like a Marley, huh
All them posts online and pages Scamming you out of your pockets, huh
He be sendin like 15 payments just so he get his name poppin', huh
I'm like, bro, but you still ain't famous Maybe that music ain't poppin' up
But I'm still not popular I realize I don't need it
I just wanna feel like I'm on top of it When I'm up, I'ma feel so real
I got nothing that's blockin' me I just need you to tell me what it is
Cause there's nothing that's stoppin' me Locked in, no talkin' please
I just got backed up like ten weeks, download new tracks, then I'm pickin' up
And she got ass and she callin' me But she got a man, I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I do what I want Tell the DJ, Turn it up
RS6 Avant, I done fucked her in the back
Pussy got me stuck, had to fix the carpet of the crib, that's a million dollar rug
Take them kicks off of my crib I'm bout to kick off in these bitch
Put a million on my wrist, her dress emilio for 10 G's
My swag, they stealin' cause I got overload of them ripped Balenci jeans
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Writer(s): Anthos Firpo
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