Bbno$ Sorry Lyrics

[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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' sorry
Bro, I think we made a f*ckin' 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 jagger, 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, f*ck that, I'll be damned
Stay away from Xan, ego stable on the land
If you ain't about my grind, I don't f*ck with you, I'm sorry
If you don't get why I do this shit, well, p*ssy 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' sorry

[Outro]
I said I'm f*ckin' sorry
I said I'm f*ckin' sorry