Cuz Lightyear - SORRY FOR NUTHIN lyrics

[Verse 1] Just caught a jugg Got off FaceTime with the plug 'Bout to go sell me some d** You know what it was You the respect, what I love Wet up your set like a flood Bricks in the bag I take them bricks out the bag Wipe of the bricks with my flag b**h at the pad Lil' mama thick in the a** I stick my dick in her vag Back to the money Hot boy, I'm hot like a oven Pull up and leave the car runnin' Strap out in public Bunkin', my trap house is bunkin' f** 12, I don't f** with dozens Try me, I'm dumpin' Throw away, I'll buy me another one Bust down the elbow, the onions Some of 'em was A1 and some of 'em wasn't If I finessed you, I'm sorry for nothin' [Chorus] Yeah I might sell you a dream, ayy Remix and tell you it's clean, ayy Always keep one in my sleeve, ayy Blue Alexander McQueen, ayy I'm 'bout to bust down the bale, ayy Watch how I play with the scale, ayy Draco singing like Adele, ayy You getting money, I can tell, ayy [Verse 2] Hold up, wait You need some more? You just told me you straight Shawty just clean off the plate with her face I would be lying if I told you it was safe Pay for that p**y, I don't wanna date How can I save her? I don't wear a cape Just hit a lick, now I'm saying my grace I'm with all the f** sh** if that's what it takes, yeah Young, rich, rollin', always put the money first Never did nobody dirty who didn't deserve it, for what it's worth Accidentally shot the yopper but at least I know it work In my little trap of horrors, if you scared, go to church Swear to God, swear to God If you scared, go to church Squad masked up like it's October 31st Keep your head on a swivel, watch yaour back and stay alert No shorts, no losses, it's gon' cost you Ain't not handouts, no free work Put in work, puttin' in work MAC-11 on the dresser, that's my Lil Uzi Vert Payback is a b**h, I can get you reimbursed Flag on my neck the same color as Papa Smurf You know I'm telling the truth I'ma put that on the blue X'd all the squares in my circle You took yourself out the loop 12 know I did it, they ain't got no proof Probation was nothing I'm back on the loose Can't leave my dog hanging, his neck in a noose Closed mouth don't get fed, I can't make no excuse (Whoa, whoa) My mama asked me is I'm still crippin' (Yes, ma'am) My freedom priceless but I still risk it Out here for a meal ticket, don't you get it twisted Got so comfortable cookin' dope I put a couch up in my kitchen, yeah