Im Sorry OUTRO lyrics

[Intro]
If I am goddamn I was f*ckin that b*tch
Keep the firearm on my hip when I'm f*ckin that b*tch
At the end of the day I ain't trusting no b*tch
Remember the time we was down in the dip then we robbed the n*gga he servin the strip
Had a strip a n*gga I ain't goin for sh*t and the trap got hot when cut 4 lip
Oh yuh, gang (Spaz)
I'm sorry, oh yeah
Ye'en talm bout Glock ye'en talm bout none (EBG)

[Chorus]
Say this for EBG (Im sorry)
This for all my n*ggas in the street my brotha he done switched on me
That smith he got that lemon squeeze
The system got that lock on me, g-lock keep that Glock on me
No pus*y in me guarantee
Won't let them pussies burry me
Lil Glokk had the 40 they told him to get down he stood the f*ck up man that n*gga a clown
Im crazy as f*ck so they don't come around
I got a rocket the bottom a 30. round
EBG trial shake down for the look out
Arching the weapons don't come to the cook out
f*ck-ah n*gga don't come out the house
RTK king sh*t give me the crown
My n*ggas want hunnids I won't let em down
I walk out the bank make it rain like a drought
He say he a killer, the f*ck is he talm bout?
Ain flexin no graham plays, get you a pound
The Smith & Wesson got em jumpin around
Ill slime for everything I'll make it out
Told kilo I love em I won't rat em out
It's slime forever you know what I'm bout
Never been the type to think bout a b*tch if I am goddamn I was f*ckin that b*tch
Keep the firearm on my hip when I'm f*ckin that b*tch
At the end of the day I ain't trusting no b*tch
Remember the time we was down in the dip then we robbed the n*gga he servin the strip
Had a strip a n*gga I ain't goin for sh*t and the trap got hot when cut 4 lip (Brrtl)
Yeah, Gang sh*t' don't worry bout me cause I'm good
My momma the one that got me out the hood
Sticked up n*gga, Im still in the woods
Dumb ass n*gga I know he ain't neighbor hood
Gang geeked up like a shud, Street ass n*gga ain't nobody understood
Draco on me we ain't showin no love
Im in the trap with the robbers and killas they know I ain up to no good
I f*cked her face up I ain't know that I could, she ate the di*k up I ain know that she would
Draw down on that n*gga the f*ck do he want?
n*gga a b*tch and his momma a c*nt
Hell nah ion smell you my brothas ain't bloods
Glock on me n*gga, come try if you want (Gang)
[Outro]
Oh yuh, I'm sorry
Yeah I'm sorry, gang
EBG, Lil Glokk in this b*tch man