SORRY NOT SORRY Lyrics

I swear to God that these niggas is snakes in the grass, they moving in mass

My nigga you are not hard, you still learning in class, bitch boy get to math

You really rapping about having them straps in your songs, we know that is cap

He wonder why he cannot hop on my motherfuckin' songs, cause that pussy is trash

Im putting a hundred rounds right in his body

Im smoking his cousin, Im paying my homage

Then killing his brother, got sent back to the lobby

Yes we killing for fun, yes to murder my hobby

All you niggas is clones, yes you niggas is copy's

Im draining these bullets I feel like Im scotty

He talk on my brother, I pull out my shotty

I splatter his brains, like Im sorry not sorry

Niggas cannot get off my dick man

Name in they mouth but they ain't saying shit man

Only hate me because they ain't see the vision

Guess they just jealous but that is a given

Im warning you now, pussy nigga, just listen

I shoot the chopper like I cannot miss him

We shot his homie, think he need assistance

These bullets turn atheists right to a christian

She shaking ass right on my dick, pussy nigga you cannot have her back

Now Im gon' break her back, she getting right on her knees then she begging to suck up on my sack

I just need to get a check, so I can move out this motherfuckin' crib got me feeling like culdesac

Nigga we are not friends, you was the one that was praying all up on my downfall, cant take it back

Im so mental, flow on fucking fentanyl

He want smoke no kettle, he want bullets, we gon send em

Im so mental, flow on fucking fentanyl

He want smoke no kettle, he want bullets, we gon send em

I swear to God that these niggas is snakes in the grass, they moving in mass

My nigga you are not hard, you still learning in class, bitch boy get to math

You really rapping about having them straps in your songs, we know that is cap

He wonder why he cannot hop on my motherfuckin' songs, cause that pussy is trash

I swear to God that these niggas is snakes in the grass, they moving in mass

My nigga you are not hard, you still learning in class, bitch boy get to math

You really rapping about having them straps in your songs, we know that is cap

He wonder why he cannot hop on my motherfuckin' songs, cause that pussy is trash