Sorry Not Sorry lyrics by Lil Yachty
Yeah
Gang-gang
Today, I ain’t in the mood
I don’t want your pussy, I’m cool
Got a hundred mil’ on my to-do list
Got a kid with a bitch, she stupid
Niggas slide, just wait, just don’t miss him
Don’t hit when we come back, shoot
Nigga talkin’ ’bout “Everybody know him”
Nigga, everybody know you a goof
I done popped out, feeling like Odd Future, Tyler, the Creator my look
Them boys ain’t smoked like five opps, that’s a whole pack of loose leaf
This eighth came straight from auntie
We pink slip boys, no car lease
My cup all pink like a Barbie
I’m sorry, not sorry like Beyonce
Can’t go to the mall, I’m too paid
Two hop on lean on the jet black
She’ll smuggle my drugs for a vacay
Free Rio, pourin’ up in the chain gang
Rolls’ truck, all brown, this shit stank
And my wrist all green like my watch fake
My bankrolls blue, it’s a cry-baby
And my mafia uppin’ the crime rate (Us)
Diamonds gave you a headache (Shoo)
Switching lanes, I’m scaring the bitch
Damn near tearing the bitch
Me and my bitch been sharing the bitch
Uh, I done ran around fifty men, I feel like Ric Flair in this bitch (Hoo)
Ain’t got a care in this bitch
They up it on me, I’m daring the bitch
Pretty ass ho pouring up my drink, I just stared at the bitch (Phew)
I got seven homes filled with clothes, Sauce on the way in this bitch (Yeah)
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no TV shows, but I still got Bear in this bitch
I had to figure it out the hard way, no, I don’t care, lil’ bitch (Skeet)
Ayy, I never talk shit online, but check it in real life, I’ll never struggle again (Woo)
I done helped out my mans
I put my mom in a brand new Benz
Niggas is grown with they bitch, I super [?] like a fan
They my dawg, I do what I can
Brand new fishbowl, look like Saran
Not my type, I’ma still smash
Rich off rap, I still trap
Ain’t no pressure, nigga, I’m still relaxed
Still slime, still finesse
I’m so rich, when I cheat on my bitch, she still gon’ take me back
I can talk that shit but backin’ it up, that’s what I’m better at
Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a leather crab
Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a Hermès bag
Kiss your bitch good-bye, she come with us, ’cause she ain’t even comin’ back
Getting hot like Scarface, smoking dope inside a bubble bath
Many men wish death on me, [?] but I can get me man dead (Blrrt)
I put you on, I could take you out, get that shit through your head (Oh)
RTSU is around the globe, think all these niggas fed (Us)
I don’t give no fuck, I’m with whatever, however they wanna play it (Ooh)
Like Bam Bam, I went through the flame, I met the bitch at the Bodega
Took the bitch out to Bottega, big stick on me like Al-Qaeda
My brothers keep a hottie, bitch, it’s up if you say no questions either
Hope no ho think I need her
I’m still mad at Bieber