Sorry (Remix)

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh] Trap money long, but your trap money skinny This another track from TrapMoneyBenny Fifty thousand dollars, I put half of it in it I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry Trap money long, but your trap money skinny This another track from TrapMoneyBenny Fifty pounds of Bubba Kush, it's carried in a Bentley I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry [Verse 1: Fredo Santana] Who the fuck are you? Bitch I'm the king Nigga want beef, pistol smack em til he sleep Niggas say they savage but they squad looking weak Went and got my 30 on me, let me call my nigga Gleesh Ride tinted up, with Gino Marley Fuck around, shoot a nigga party Plug fronted me, I ran off, sorry Please don't look for me or call me, I'ma catch a body Coogi down, got me looking like Bill Cosby Baby mama in my condo and she acting naughty Million dollar dreams of a driving a Bugatti But until, I'll be trapping 'til they stop me [Chorus: Yung Gleesh] Trap money long, but your trap money skinny This another track from TrapMoneyBenny Fifty thousand dollars, I put half of it in it I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry Trap money long, but your trap money skinny This another track from TrapMoneyBenny Fifty pounds of Bubba Kush, it's carried in a Bentley I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry [Verse 2: Yung Gleesh] I'm sorry that I sold goop Sorry that I sold boof Work with the work, man I'm sorry that I worked you I'm sorry that I'm old school Pull up on some new school Sorry I don't know you Woo Shawty, Woo The tangerine kush healing good boo Four or five thousand worth of drugs up in your hood boo The stench of boof batch got the K9's going coocoo [Chorus: Yung Gleesh] Trap money long, but your trap money skinny This another track from TrapMoneyBenny Fifty thousand dollars, I put half of it in it I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry Trap money long, but your trap money skinny This another track from TrapMoneyBenny Fifty pounds of Bubba Kush, it's carried in a Bentley I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry [Verse 3: Chief Keef] Remember folks running from the cops Now I get lots of fucking guap Think I get more than a cop I think I get more than the law I'ma dog baby, look at my paws No I don't go by the law I just go by the guap, whatever he say go Boy you better get your thot, or whenever she say go We pull up to the spot, and whatever we say go Finna go up and pick up this thot, she better have a halo And if she tryna set me up, she'll be seeing stars and rainbows It's a coincidence of some kind Bankroll got rainbow This hoe pretty, call her dime Gotta hit that, can't fold And when I'm spending guap I gotta get that same loaf For that guap, I'm bussing a round Call me Sosa Kangol Cuz I got guap, hoes on my Young Jock Cuz I got guap, hoes be getting hot Cuz I got guap, hoes be getting wet Cuz I got guap, hoes be giving sex Cuz I got guap, niggas feeling mad Cuz I got guap, niggas be sad Cuz I got guap, that don't mean a thang Cuz I got guap nigga, I don't see you lames I'm sorry