Sorry Lyrics

Red lean look like Cliiiford
Akachi waddup

Look
Nigga I'm sorry
You ain't get money
Niggas is bragging, uh
Said I'ma body
Follow him home, don't follow on IG

Money I'm running
I get it fast you niggas is laggin, aye
Your bitch is coming
Back to the crib won't tell you what happens ,yuh

Niggas is average
Shooters is sneezing I'll send em achoo
You niggas p*ssy it show on ya face like a muf*ckin tattoo
Bro with the choppers he got the sticks like muf*ckin bamboo
Head & your shoulders, wetting the side like the Nina be shampoo

Shout out my reli (My guy)
Whip on Parellies
Smoking on smelly (My guy)
Sippin' on Henny (Stupid)
This here is Gucci
Not J C Penny
(Dope)

Want it I buy it
f*ck is you talking, niggas gone ride
Mama was crying
For just a quarter I coulda died

I'm in my bag
f*ck is you talking, you p*ssy's is mad
I'm on the road
20 for features and 30 for shows
(Bands)

You needa watch your mouth
You the ones talking loud
But watch how a nigga run
When we bring them choppas out

Shoot then I reload
I'm takin off but I'm not the Migos uh
Dame perico
Tu save, we flip it don't care if it's legal, uh

My niggas not playing right
Them niggas is taking life's
Over shit that ain't even big
So you better protect your chin
Yeah

Oh my god I love you so much Joey oh my god (Follow him home, don't follow on IG
Money I'm running
I get it fast you niggas is laggin, aye
Your bitch is coming
Back to the crib won't tell you what happens, yuh)

Nigga I'm sorry
You ain't get money
Niggas is bragging, uh
Said I'ma body
Follow him home, don't follow on IG

Money I'm running
I get it fast you niggas is laggin, aye
Your bitch is coming
Back to the crib won't tell you what happens ,yuh

Niggas is average
Shooters is sneezing I'll send em achoo
You niggas p*ssy it show on ya face like a muf*ckin tattoo
Bro with the choppers he got the sticks like muf*ckin bamboo
Head & your shoulders, wetting the side like the Nina be shampoo

Shout out my reli (My guy)
Whip on Parellies
Smoking on smelly (My guy)
Sippin' on Henny (Stupid)
This here is Gucci
Not J C Penny
(Dope)

Want it I buy it
f*ck is you talking, niggas gone ride
Mama was crying
For just a quarter I coulda died

I'm in my bag
f*ck is you talking, you p*ssy's is mad
I'm on the road
20 for features and 30 for shows
(Bands)

You needa watch your mouth
You the ones talking loud
But watch how a nigga run
When we bring them choppas out
Yeah
Bitch
I'm that mane
Cliiif he that mane
Kachi he that mane
Me I'm that mane

Joey he that mane
I'm that mane
Sorry that I'm made
Sorry I'm that mane

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