Sorry Not Sorry (feat. Loski)

(M1 on the beat)
(Bando)
(Ay ay)
(Gang shit)

Yo, I still need P like Diddy
If you ain't got P, you're ready
Go wet man down like a jersey
I'm praying he ends up in a telly
He got assault tryna come out and welly
Sticky, now he got holes in his belly
Take off bare trap get shelly
Swear I'm the one, I ain't talking Headie (One) (Ay)

Slow down miss, you're too inner
Don't worry about how many mans in my chinger
180 degrees that dinger
I'm sorry not sorry like Bryson Tiller (Spin it)
I remember that day was a thriller
Bro popped off, blood flow like a river
Four man, two shanks, one spinner
The driver's looking around for a figure

Duck, I ain't tryna box right now
No way you're akhz, send bro right 'round
I gave Key leg and it gave her clout
Fuck that drop, no dingers about
Fill it, fill it, bring that out
(Mooh, glee) Air that now
He ain't got heart but he got bare mouth
Fashion killer, she love my style (Ay ay) (Yo)

Them men ain't got heart like Kevin
He's leaving his brethren, like slow down my yute
Feds swear they ain't screaming Pyru
Typhoon or a vesper tryna find you
We don't rap nonsense, I ain't like you
Fight who? Bro wet that, it went right through (Ching ching)
Free Slim Jim, he don't fight too
Pretty old one, told brother she's like you
Pretty and bad, pretty and mad
Sad, if you ain't got no guap (Brass)
Moment of silence
I heard that the yute got done in the shop
Girl on my block and they love milly rock
Flex with gang, send hits in New York
Stop, two got hit in their top
Send enough for corn on every opp block

Just see opps so spin the car 'round
Bloaw, that's how the spinner gon' sound
Two hands on this thing like the Queen in the south
Don't mean no bitch tryna beaten it out
Cutie a thing, we gon' skeet it around
My ching chong sauced, I'm cleaning it down
Drip drip, that's great, gunshot one reason to help
Man grew up in the farm estate
Best guard your face when I blast that gauge
In the car with a star, no wraith
Gonna dig man's rast, make him Harlem shake
I don't know 'bout them, we don't par with the jakes
Man roll with the red, they're target face
Don't come into man, you ain't styling or brave
Could be the wrong path and the last you take

Creep, who's tryna let that speak?
Skeet (Skee), she all on me
Christian Lou', rude skeet
She rude and dead, move, leave
Teddy with a bruckshot, big man jump off
We won't do womp ups, let that breathe
The gyal gets shy when I'm in that scene
She can't get cuffed if she from IG
Your boyfriend bad, but Loski badder
Mazza, big skee skee your spragga
Trapper, school days Hannah Montana
Dance, turn any boy Mick Jagger
Run up where? Send shot, get badder
Ain't ching shit for the block and manor
Bob the Builder, up that ladder
There's scrap pack, not Michael Dappah

Bro just got the drop on the opps
Slap bells on the Glock and I'm beating this shotty
Copy, done it ASAP like Rocky
Done it and 'caused mans stress in Totty (Bare stress)
My lil' bro love splashing, a hobby
Tell him cooled down, get rich like Roddy (Ricch)
Bodies bodies, we drop bodies
Sorry to say we're not sorry