SP2 Lyrics

I'm sorry

I'm so sorry

I turn down the frequency

She gonna meet with me

I got like 2 or 3, 3 a piece

Big hammer like Dedede

Sheets in the city a divvy

I'm feeling elitetete

Bigger the piece on my wrist

Then a bigger projector I needed it

I'mma keep my suit on fitted shit

Only to turn up the sound on the fender

Big banger I'm meaning it

Chevy like Moby, big body

The range go insane when I ride it

I'm popping the e-brake to shift it

I power slide into a valley

I can't even see, my brain getting too cloudy

I feel me, I'm falling

Pop out for Diwali

I'll cele' a party if there gon' be shawties

I'm sorry

I'm so sorry

I got the drugs and the liquor, I'm mixing with shit that will get you high quicker

Shawty fuck 12 different mans and she said I'm the best I can tell she a digger

Clapped out bass with the 12 inch kicker

Hoes ride the wave for an I nstagram picture

I told you this once I won't say it again, if you press up on me reconsider

Baby think that she gon' find a home in the Margiela

I hit the bodega, I'm fitted Bottega

Bottles come straight from the Cantine Luretta

Landed in Sicily, private security

Keeping 'em tucked 'cuz they strapped with Berettas

Show at the club then right after this girl tryna come to my room but I only just met her

I'm sorry

I'm so sorry

Sorry, not sorry no more

Fresh fitted all Dior

Double my cup then pour

I ain't got nothing for your ass no more

I ain't got nothing that your ass can afford

Ain't no regrets and it ain't no apologies

This shit is starting to be a hypocrisy

Ain't no days off I can tell that they watching me, yeah

I'm in my zone where I gotta be

I said I fuck with you, I meant ironically

I gotta keep you in check periodically, yeah

Please lose my number, stop calling me

It makes no sense to link up economically

Stop tryna be my twin, no reciprocity, yeah

I swear that no one can humble me

I'm moving fast it ain't nobody stopping me

When I take shots at you it's psychologically

I'm sorry

I'm so sorry

You think that you're still so deserving of sorry's, I'm sorry it's really not true

Cutting me off like you're speaking the word but you speaking in halves and I'm speaking for 2

The days keep on changing perspectives on people I keep around me and people you keep around you

And everything still sounds the same, the industry lame, it spoils my mood

I'm keeping the energy too

Listen to us and you get you a BOGO

Bouncing on 808s like on a pogo

Remember when I used to do it all solo

Your style's extinct that's why you're still a dodo

You think we the same

Fuck out my face, you lame

Pops used to put me on Crazy Train

The lessons he taught me are fuck all the fakes