Sorry Not Sorry ft. Veeze Lyrics

Sorry Not Sorry ft. Veeze - Lil Yachty

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Yeah

Gang-gang (Can we have the check, please?)

Today, I ain't in the mood

I don't want your pussy, I'm cool

Got a hundred mil' on my to-do list

Got a kid with a bitch, he stupid

Niggas slide, just wait, just don't miss him

Don't hit when we come back, shoot

Nigga talkin' 'bout "Everybody know him"

Nigga, everybody know you a goof

I done popped out, feelin' like Odd Future, Tyler, the Creator my Louis

Them boys ain't smoked like five opps, that's a whole pack of loose leaf

This eighth came straight from auntie

We pink slip boys, no car lease

My cup all pink like a Barbie

I'm sorry, not sorry like Beyonce

Can't go to the mall, I'm too paid

Too high pourin' lean on the jet plane

She'll smuggle my drugs for a vacay

Free Rio, pourin' up in the chain gang

Rolls' truck, all brown, that shit stank

And my wrist all green like my watch fake

My bankrolls blue, it's a cry-baby

And my outfit uppin' the crime rate (Us)

Diamonds give a bitch a headache (Shoo)

Switchin' lanes, I'm scarin' the bitch

Damn near tearin' the bitch

Me and my bitch, we sharin' the bitch

Uh, I done ran around fifty men, I feel like Ric Flair in this bitch (Hoo)

Ain't got a care in this bitch

They up it on me, I'm darin' the bitch (Blrrt)

Pretty ass ho pouring up my drink, I just stared at the bitch (Phew)

I got seven homes filled with clothes, Sauce on the way in this bitch (Yeah)

I ain't talkin' 'bout no TV shows when I say I got Bear in this bitch (Uh-huh)

I had to figure it out the hard way, no, I don't care, lil' bitch (Skeet)

Ayy, I never talk shit online, but check it in real life, I'll never struggle again (Woo)

I done helped out my mans

I put my mom in a brand new Benz

Niggas is grown with they bitch, askin' for pics like a fan

You my dawg, I'll do what I can

Brand new fishbowl, look like Saran

Not my type, I'ma still smash

Rich off rap, I still trap

Ain't no pressure, nigga, I'm still relaxed

Still slime, still finesse

I'm so rich, when I cheat on my bitch, she still gon' take me back

I can talk that shit but backin' it up, that's what I'm better at

Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a leather crab

Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a Hermès bag

Kiss your bitch good-bye, she come with us, 'cause she ain't even comin' back

Gettin' high like Scarface, smokin' dope inside a bubble bath

Many men wish death on me, one button, I can get many men dead (Blrrt)

I put you on, I could take you out, get that shit through your head (Oh)

RTSU is around the globe, think all these niggas fed (Us)

I don't give no fuck, I'm with whatever, however they wanna play it (Ooh)

Like Bam Bam, I went through the flame, I met the bitch at the Bodega (Huh)

Took the bitch out to Bottega (Huh), big stick on me like Al-Qaeda (Slatt)

My brothers keep a hottie, bitch, it's up if you say no questions either

Hope no ho think I need her

I'm still mad at Bieber