Sorry lyrics

[Intro]
Gi-gi-girlNEXTdoor

[Chorus]
I'm sorry I'm the sh*t
I'm sorry I'm that n*gga and I'm sorry you a b*tch
I'm sorry I got no advice for you except to quit
I'm sorry, but I know sorry don't mean sh*t
I'm sorry I'm the sh*t
I'm sorry I'm that n*gga and I'm sorry you a b*tch
I'm sorry I got no advice for you except to quit
I'm sorry, but I know sorry don't mean sh*t

[Verse 1]
n*ggas say that we're the weird ones, but onto weirder sh*t
They'll get it through they head, but they ain't listening
Sent one shot through one ear, came out the other, he ain't hear the sh*t
f*ck it, keep on shooting, put this pump in him like insulin
Several times a day, we stretch that block so much we injured it
Boy, you won't benefit, so let's see if you fit in a bin
He been a b*tch, I burn you then throw it like women with a fix
You come press, that gun press, your son dress like women fits
Compress the end of it, squeeze yo' head on some lemon sh*t
Approach you with the piece like a new beginning then end yo' sh*t
Shouldn't be legal how I manipulate your mental, I'm amending it
f*cking your mind up like I invented it
Hole inside your head 'cause it's full of smoke, I'm just venting it
Prolly from the smoke that I just sent in it
I can smell a pus*y, your whole vibe, it got the scent in it
You broke, I slit your throat and make a hole then slide a cent in it
Synonym for cinnamon, tedenants
These n*ggas really feminine
And choose to keep polluting, trash the waters I been swimming in
I'll send you home in the same boat that you entered in
You finite, this Fight Night
Blow for blow, the clip infinite
[Chorus]
I'm sorry I'm the sh*t
I'm sorry I'm that n*gga and I'm sorry you a b*tch
I'm sorry I got no advice for you except to quit
I'm sorry, but I know sorry don't mean sh*t
I'm sorry I'm the sh*t
I'm sorry I'm that n*gga and I'm sorry you a b*tch
I'm sorry I got no advice for you except to quit
I'm sorry, but I know sorry don't mean sh*t

[Verse 2]
Ayy, I'm sorry we ain't stunting
Yeah, I'm sorry you ain't rich
Been saying sorry to myself, ain't feeling sorry for no b*tch
Like I'm sorry you ain't got a hundred thousand on your wrist
I'm tryna f*ck the world, but can't afford to have no f*cking kids
Ayy, I wanna f*ck your girl, but she be on my di*k
Ain't with the messy sh*t, that's why I ain't never hit
On my line, no messy sh*t, I bleed the b*tch 'til she get kicked
Up on the uppercut, then I might f*ck and just forget

[Outro]
Gi-gi-girlNEXTdoor
I called the girl next door, that was a funny thing was—