I'm Sorry ft. Dreskii Lyrics

Bring your friends, we're eating five star later

I can't show my face, cause I'm on papers

Swear to god, swear to god

I'm sorry

You can't hit my cup

We ain't going on no dates, but you can suck me up

I ain't in to none of that cuffing, none of that funny stuff

Bro got the glocky in the function, that's a tummy tuck

I run it up, me and Dreskii on this bitch, we like number one

You said you want to slide, I hope you niggas got a hundred guns

I don't want to sign, unless I'm seeing like a hundred some

I'm looking at your gang, and I'm seeing like a hundred bums

Slide up on her story, on IG, you know I'm fucking some

We just hit your mans, you bought a chain, nigga died for none

Fifty in the chop, miss all your shots, you can't shoot for nothing

How you got a glock, but you don't shoot it, nigga stop the bluffing

Yeah, I beat her down, don't know my name, she call me McLovin

Vey just rolled a wood, I swear to god, he like Doc Mcstuffins

Dre just poured a line, I take my time, nigga I'm not rushing

Talking crazy pay a fine, I slime this bitch out with no repercussions

Shorty, I just got the head from your friend, I ain't even fuck it

Deep all in her guts, this bitch geeking, this bitch got to gushing

I was high as hell, in reality, I would never touch it

I'm like what the fuck do this bitch see in me, I guess I really does this

Your nigga died, sad sight, I can help you out

Nigga please, don't start with me, causeI'll to hawk you down

Swear to god, niggas only hard, when the hoes around

Brodie stole a whip, and he blew it up, he owe twenty thousand

Brodie stole a whip, found a glock, call it lost and found

Always keep a ski, hop out of the whip, we going to gun him down

I don't give a fuck, about none of you hoes, I let them run around

Beating it off a pill, from the back, I go a hundred rounds

Caught him outside, without his stick, he's a fucking clown

Pussy boy I wet you broad day, and I won't make a sound

This bitch told her friends I was a dog, I took her to the pound

It's crazy it really be the broke niggas, that be talking loud

Like do we got a problem? Bro don't get me started

Dreskii really be the first to spark it, and the last to park it

Trying to trap my name up in them cases, look I'm just an artist

She said she went to Harvard, dumb as hell, head game retarded

Bitch crazy, I ain't lace you, bitch I'm fucking facing

In Miami we were in and out of traffic, like we fucking racing

This Asian bitch her family hate niggas, I swear this shit so crazy

It's crazy only reason I ain't fuck, she want to have my baby

Dre come talk to me

This shit so outrageous

Little bro think he going to tax me, like bro I'll see you later

I know exactly why they're mad at me, cause they don't see no paper

Shoot this bitch from hella deep, like Lillard on the Blazers

I just dropped a pack off to my mans, he's a five star player

Hit my nigga Noah for the cuts, he's giving five star tapers

They be hella mad on instagram, niggas five star haters

I said shorty bring your friend and tag along, we're eating five star later