sorry

[Intro]

(Uh, bbno$)

(dwilly make it weird, go)

[Verse 1]

First off, please don't ask me how I did it

Mommy got me winning, yeah, I'm glad I ate my spinach

I ain't that extra, pockets always empty, need a little extra

If I gave up, you could find myself like rottin' in a lecture

At the rate I'm goin', this baby's gonna be an adult next year

Yes, of course, I know it when I'm in my thoughts, I never show off

But I'm working hard, I'm losing sleep, so yes, I do enjoy it

All y'all like me for a reason so let me tell you a little something

And I just did seven shows, sold out the tour

And my bank grows evеry time, the bag is securеd

Whip a Range Rover, speedin' to the top let me steer

It's gettin' near, it's gettin' near, it's in the clear, it's in the clear

There's a big bad bag by my feet so I ran it up

Make a little cash from my deeds, hopin' ain't enough

Workin' on my craft every week, never turnt up

Bankin' on my luck, hopin' I'll never get stuck (Baby)

[Chorus]

Baby, only 'bout this guala, lady friend, I'm sorry

Baby, make your favorite rapper look like shit, I'm sorry (I'm sorry)

Baby always killin' shit, I wonder if he's sorry

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fuckin' sorry, yeah

Baby, only 'bout this guala, lady friend I'm sorry (I'm sorry)

Baby, make your favorite rapper look like shit I'm sorry (I'm sorry)

Baby always killin' shit I wonder if he's sorry

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fuckin' sorry

Bro, I think we made a fuckin' hit

[Verse 2]

I went to school, I got that paper

Mind is always on some paper

Dodgin' all these calls from every single label, I don't taper

Double up my dose of Jäger, industry is filled with fakers

Got the recipe like Martha, baby, might just be a baker (Woah)

There's a science to it, yeah

Makin' money made me quite a connoisseur man

Flip a five, make a fifty, still an amateur man

Break her heart, sew the bag, I'm a saboteur man, yeah

Finally hit six digits, yeah, I hope this was the plan, yeah

Lost some friendships on the way, I hope you understand, yeah

Go back to a 9 to 5, yeah, fuck that, I'll be damned

Stay away from Xan, ego stable on the land

If you ain't about my grind, I don't fuck with you, I'm sorry

If you don't get why I do this shit, well, pussy boy, I'm sorry

If I left you all behind it's for a reason, boy, I'm sorry

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really fuckin' sorry

[Chorus]

Baby, only 'bout this guala, lady friend, I'm sorry

Baby, make your favorite rapper look like shit, I'm sorry (I'm sorry)

Baby always killin' shit, I wonder if he's sorry

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fuckin' sorry, yeah

Baby, only 'bout this guala, lady friend I'm sorry (I'm sorry)

Baby, make your favorite rapper look like shit I'm sorry (I'm sorry)

Baby always killin' shit I wonder if he's sorry

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fuckin' sorry

[Outro]

I said I'm fuckin' sorry

I said I'm fuckin' sorry