Truly Sorry

[Verse] I got swag In my bag Baby I been balling Money rag, yeah that’s Pap’ No way you ignoring him SRT, Hellcat Jump in that bitch and dog it Sliding ‘round, riding ‘round (Vroom) That bitch roaring Make it rain it’s pouring Hit they block we scoring 30 round hang out that Drac’ I split ‘em, gone be mourning I put that bag on top your head You dead by early morning Baby girl, I’m truly sorry Riding ‘round this brand new Audi Sorry this is not a ‘Rari You can see the stars regardless Pull up on you, beg your pardon Sorry, girl you know I’m horny My bitch yellow as hell like Simpson, Marge And I’m on baby bottles Walk in this bitch like Boomhauer Walk in this bitch like howdy partner Walk in this bitch like how you doing Walk in this bitch this stick start shooting I don’t walk in this bitch like ?? Rowdy bout it, bout a problem Probably shoot this bitch regardless You know Papi ain’t retarded Country bitch want Tim McGraw I got cocaine in my balls Looking at the vet like free my dawgs Dawg in jail he got a phone From the cell he calling dawg I’ll out-smoke Snoop Doggy Dogg And the trap house full of Dog ?? stuffed inside the ?? ?? for a while Play with me I’ll break your jaw .556 the problem solved I don’t give a fuck bout who you call My bitch said "Pap you a dog" Early morning balling, dawg I love my bitch like one of my dawgs I go to hell and back bout all my dawgs I got dawgs in heaven I’m balling for y’all Jumping out of creepy crawlers for y’all I stand on my money I’m 30 feet tall ?? I been getting off Put swangas on the opps like Paul Wall I walk in this like Boss Hogg They gone remember my name like Mike Jones I’m sipping on Wock’ all night long I fell in love with the styrofoam Make love to you with the lights on Baby I’m clean like Lysol This gas I got knock your socks off Been riding thirty minutes, hop off Me and Roxanne all alone That bitch got baby blue skin tone I love that bitch, can’t leave her alone She say I’m sexy as Keith Swear V12 engine fast as a jet Say my skin smooth like Gillette Everything I say I get her wet She know I’m gone hit it if her heart beats Cartier’s on Pap; can’t see I put the molly in my Poland Spring No that boy don’t fuck with me She wanna fuck and bump Jodeci I said we can fuck and bump me I walk in this bitch like Bun B, 8Ball, MJG and Pimp C Walk in this bitch like I’m from Tennessee Got gifts for everybody like Christmas Eve It’s been too long, you missing me I’m in a Hellcat doing high speed