Sorry Not Sorry

Album

Single

Label

[BAD DATA — needs FileMaker fix]

Genre

Hip hop

Composer(s)

Veeze;Lil Yachty;K4;183zman

Entered Chart

Sep 14, 2024

Peak Date

Sep 14, 2024

Released

Aug. 16, 2024

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[Intro: Veeze]
Yeah, gang gang (Can we have the check please?)

[Verse 1: Veeze]
Today, I ain't even in the mood
I don't want your pussy, I'm cool
Got a hundred mil' on my to-do list
Got killed with a bitch, he stupid
Nigga slide this way, just don't miss
Gon' hit when we come back shootin'
Nigga talkin' 'bout everybody know him
Nigga, everybody know you a goofy
I done popped out feelin' like Odd Future
Tyler, the Creator my Louis
Them boys done smoked like five opps
That's a whole pack of LooseLeaf
This eighth came straight from auntie
We pink-slip boys, no car lease
My cup all pink likе a Barbie
I'm sorry, not sorry like Beyoncе
Can't go to the mall, I'm too paid
Too high, pourin' lean on the jet plane
She'll smuggle my drugs for a vacay
Free Rio, pourin' up in the chain gang
Rolls truck all brown like shit stain
And my wrist all green like my watch fake
My bankroll blue, it's a crybaby
And my outfit uppin' the crime rate (Us)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Diamonds give the bitch a headache
Switchin' lanes, I'm scarin' the bitch
Damn near tearin' the bitch
Me and my bitch, we sharin' the bitch
Uh, uh, done ran up 'bout fifty mil', I feel like Ric Flair in this bitch (Hoo)
Ain't got a care in this bitch
They up it on me, I'm darin' the bitch (Brrt)
Pretty-ass ho pourin' up my drink, I just stare at the bitch
I got several homes filled with clothes, sauce on the way in this bitch (Yeah)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no TV show when I say I got Bear in this bitch (Uh-huh)
I had to figure it out the hard way, no, I don't care, lil' bitch (Let's get it)
Ayy, I know they talk shit online, but check it, in real life, I'll never struggle again
I done helped out my mans, I put my mom in a brand-new Benz
Niggas is grown, with they bitch askin' for pics like a fan
You my dog, I'll do what I can
Brand-new fishbowl look like Saran

[Verse 3: Veeze]
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 goodbye, she come with us, 'cause she ain't even comin' back
Gettin' high like Scarface, smokin' dope inside a bubble bath


[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
Many men wish death on me, one button, I can get many men dead (Brrt)
I put you on, I could take you out, get that shit through your head (Go)
I-T-S-U-S around the globe, think all these niggas fed (Us)
I don't give no fuck, I'm with whatever, however they wanna play it
Like Bam Bam, I went through the flame, I met the bitch at the bodega (Huh)
Took the bitch out to Bottega (Huh), big stick on me like Al-Qaeda (Grrat)
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