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 sh*t, I'm sorry (I'm sorry) Baby always killin' sh*t, I wonder if he's sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fu*kin' sorry, yeah Baby, only 'bout this guala, lady friend I'm sorry (I'm sorry) Baby, make your favorite rapper look like sh*t I'm sorry (I'm sorry) Baby always killin' sh*t I wonder if he's sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fu*kin' sorry Bro, I think we made a fu*kin' 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 Jäger, 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, fu*k that, I'll be damned Stay away from Xan, ego stable on the land If you ain't about my grind, I don't fu*k with you, I'm sorry If you don't get why I do this sh*t, well, pussy 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 fu*kin' sorry [Chorus] Baby, only 'bout this guala, lady friend, I'm sorry Baby, make your favorite rapper look like sh*t, I'm sorry (I'm sorry) Baby always killin' sh*t, I wonder if he's sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fu*kin' sorry, yeah Baby, only 'bout this guala, lady friend I'm sorry (I'm sorry) Baby, make your favorite rapper look like sh*t I'm sorry (I'm sorry) Baby always killin' sh*t I wonder if he's sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fu*kin' sorry [Outro] I said I'm fu*kin' sorry I said I'm fu*kin' sorry