Sorry

Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus] (Zee, you going crazy) Tsch (You niggas ain't on that) Pew, pew, pew Brr, phew, phew [Chorus] Sorry, sorry you can't get your ho back (Phew, phew) Sorry, sorry you can't get your bro back (Sorry) Sorry, sorry that I sold you Prozac (Sorry) Yeah, run 'em down, now nigga can't even go back Gun 'em down, I'm tryna see holes in his lil' neck and back Pull up with them gunnin' sounds How he gon' get away? His tires flat, flat, flat, flat, flat (Haha) [Verse] I'm ready for war, bitch, you can't even stomach that He want smoke with me, ain't got no strap, how he gon' blow it back? I keep a knife with me, if he ain't gon' get shot, he gon' get stabbed These niggas trifling, no, I can't even touch 'em, can't even dab 'em I know why he so sad, I'm on his shit like a rat I wanna put him in my pack and then just smoke 'em till I can't (Hahaha) A nigga might just jugg the bank Skrrt up, then go fill my tank I'm too damn up, that's why they hate Like fifty pints up in the crate If he ain't listen', he late Pull up with Nina and then I skate Fuck her but don't call her bae I smoke ten woods everyday Twenty racks up in your face You on that side? You better stay I'm too low, but you know I'm straight These pussy niggas fall for bait Yeah, I'm blowing ice cream cake Pussy nigga smoking shake We finna put that boy away Son, just put your toys away She a bitch like Coi Leray Don't crack my seal, I'm on the way If we gotta run 'em down, we gon' go a different way Caught that nigga fumbling' then he drowned Yeah, them hollows in his face I'm chillin' nigga, I just lounge while this lil' ho give me face Only thing I love is money, lil' ho, you know I can't chase Shit I had to run it in , running in to deep 'cause it's a race And we just flip then spin, flip then spin on him and spit in his face My chopper bang like Spinz, my chop bang like Spinz 808 That boy say anything, I just sit back 'cause it's all fake My nigga seeing red, he cannot feel nothing, nothing (Ha ha) [Bridge] Freestyle shit, bitch Shoutout Zee [Pre-Chorus] (Zee, you going crazy) Tsch Pew, pew, pew Brr, phew, phew [Chorus] Sorry, sorry you can't get your ho back (Phew, phew) Sorry, sorry you can't get your bro back (Sorry) Sorry, sorry that I sold you Prozac (Sorry) Yeah, run 'em down, now nigga can't even go back Gun 'em down, I'm tryna see holes in his lil' neck and back Pull up with them gunnin' sounds How he gon' get away? His tires fl—