(Sorry)

(Makin' all the hits)

Take that shit to the back

Tell my brother if he pull me, then your ass better blast

He told me, "Chill, 'cause we in public

"I ain't goin' for that

And if that boy don't wanna fight, then we pokin' his ass

And best believe we had it tucked

if I walked in that function

Everybody with me kill, don't think about it, just dump it

Everybody with me step', ain't no kissin' and huggin'

I'm only comin' if I'm paid, bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin

Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'

Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'

Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'

Everybody with me step, bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'

Everybody with me stepper, ain't no nerds with me

I'm goin' sobеr on that skit, ain't no Percs with me

If you my brother, lеt's go slide, fool, come purge with me

And I can wake up, hit your bitch like

"Come to Turks with me"

I ain't gon' do that, that was Ill mans

I don't call too many people homie 'cause they tell plans

Humble as it get, remember granny had to sell cans

Twitchin' when that bullet hit his body

that's his shell dance

One opp, two opp, three opps gone

Baby, let me see you move your body to this song

One shot, two shot, three shots, four

I don't need no one to hold my hand when I blow

Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'

Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'

Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'

Everybody with me step, bitch, we thuggin'

not clubbin' (Huh, huh, huh, huh)

Psh, bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'

I'm the hottest nigga out, is you fuckin' or fuckin'?

Told Doggie, "We can up, it's nothin'"

I ain't with the friendly shit, who the fuck is you huggin'?

I ain't with that friendly shit, you wanna hug him

you can do that Speakin' on my name

that's what got your partner blew back

Gon' chase him off his block

then tell him come and get his shoes back

He good with all that runnin'

y'all should name his ass the the new Flash

Psh, bed rock, head top, give him two taps

This bitch tryna explain 'bout her name

I'm like, "Who asked? "

Psh, he ain't got enough rank, go get some hours in

This my third trip to the bank and the same day

they thinkin', "Not again"

I'm puttin' belt on they ass

I'm tellin' suckers, "Throw the towel in"

He like, "Why it's loose? " I'm the reason she got mileage

I'm flyer than a bitch, I told baby, "I'm a pilot"

If Lena ain't gon' fuck, then Adam put me in with Violet

Now I'm hoppin' off a bike, I be movin' like I'm Deebo

Workers in the kitchen, I can't wait to bring the beef on

Topic of the day is homicide and it's a theme song

I'm paranoid and l'ma let it loose if you blink wrong

Yeah, I'm scrollin' on the 'Gram

tryna find a nigga to creep on

I'm flyin' out his bitch and buy a bottle for us to drink on

It's me and the gang plenty dick for you to eat on

I'm poppin' niggas in they mouth

I'm not the one to speak on, nigga

They better let me in or l'ma shoot it through the peephole

Pourin' up in custody, I'm feelin' like I'm Rio

Ducking Violations, I be fuckin' on my PO

My life been like a movie, l'ma name this shit a B-roll

Yeah, I'm fuckin' with the eses, the keeways, the P funks

Speakin' on the B Team, the easy way get beat on

Psh, all three opp niggas need three thongs

We hoppin' out the back with that— frrt, nigga, keep on

Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'

Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'

Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'

Everybody with me step, bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'