Murder Mal - Sorry (Cvsh Mobb Diss) lyrics

[Verse] I ain't mean to offend you Bob And truth be told, I ain't wanna disrespect you Bob But you keep talking, ima flex you Bob Im really sorry but im Gonna have to end you Bob And Cyrus, you 40, n***a quit rapping Go find a b**h, get a job, let's make it happen Hate n***as like you, think you living lavish I know 14 year olds making more money than you scamming And Bob? I don't really wanna hurt you kid You no challenge, I'm really gon murk you kid I'm not acting, pause, while we at it Whatever happened to Gianne's new balance? I'm really gonna embarra** you, you b**h a** n***a You sweet, sweeter than a Hershey kiss a** n***a And why ya rap name Fame? You don't even make a dollar Cause if you did them dirty ups you have would be a goner And I ain't even lying, this n***a gotta go How he took a pic on stage with nobody at his show? And this n***a claim he blood, well, he lying on his soul He got beef? Facebook the first place this n***a go And I told you that I do this, you don't wanna get exposed Boy Tell me why you say you making moves up out the state You don't really got money, you the type to go and scrape And I saw your interview, man that sh** look mighty fake And you n***as not known, so how much you n***as paid ? And Bob, come on man they didn't wanna date You 19, they 14, my n***a that's rape! And now Its time for me to really hit you with some truth Cause 2 years ago is when you bought ya last shoes And I'm not mistaken so, who the f** was hating You ain't popping, lil n***a, what moves you really making? And Cyrus, please don't let me get to you n***a what league you battled in? How you 102-1? n***a please stop lying to the people You going on 40, your young act is see through And why the f** you think anybody wanna be you You're not popping, you're not hot, you're not known Damn Cvsh Mobb, you done got me in my zone I don't need anybody else, I do this sh** alone And Cyrus? Where's the track with Joel Ortiz? n***a please Get some clothes that fit, no skinny jeans And my name Murder Gal? I swear you really corny n***a f** around, I'll be in the house just like I'm Cory, n***a And Bob, you thought that I done with you kid? Nah ya story make me laugh, I'm having fun with you kid And you say you making stacks, like you running through money Just cause you got cologne, boy, that don't mean nothing Come on Brokey, I mean Fame, tell why you fronting? Money man, you woulda had a new pair of shoes or something And I heard you claiming YG, but a year ago it's YB When them n***as catch you, it's like "Why me?" Stop talking sh** For a fact you was a blood and then you claimed you crip I don't even gotta lie, you little dumba** b**h Even n***as who was ya bro done came and told me sh**, p**y And these are light bars, n***a, don't push me You heard? [Outro] Once again man its Something light for you Like the title says it all I'm sorry, but i ain't sorry for the reasons you think I am n***a I'm sorry for not embarra**ing you the first time.. For not saying your names the first time Feel me? I ain't that type of guy to do beef and sh** I ain't with that confrontation But you came at my mans? You was throwin subs at me on the book And then when I think you're gonna do something that's gon shut me up That's gonna make me back like ight f** this sh** What you do? C'mon Cyrus, I'm Murda Gal? Mally Mally? Shut the f** up you corny a** fat n***a And Bob? C'mon man Step ya bars up my n***a and then come to me, you feel me ? If not .. keep false claiming do whatever the f** you do When you get lined n***a that's all on you Cyrus my n***a, C'mon just quit rapping, go do construction you get payed more Go chase another dream It's not Murder Gal, it's Murder Mal ! f** Cvsh Mobb