Sorry, Not Sorry - M Huncho, Park Hill

San Adreaz

And I pull at my house with no hoes

And I pull at my house with no hoes

And I pull at my house with no hoes

And I pull at my house with no hoes (With no hoes)

Got a jawn with me, and yeah, we got close

Got some money for me when I’m not home (Not home)

She keeps it trill, yeah, even when I’m gone

And I’m getting money, still I want more (I want more)

Got my bruddas with me, yeah, they wan' go

Tell my baby book a flight, yeah, let’s go (Yeah, let’s fly)

Got some bricks in the boot, yeah, that’s dough

I’ma throw it the air watch it fall, yeah (Throw it, babe)

It’s like Target when I go to Louis stores, yeah

Put a Goose and a moose on my coat

Throw the money in the air, ain’t shit, it’s okay, it’s alright

Gotta fly above in, yeah

Up in the sky already

I’m tryna get all the readys (Readys)

How is my trap so giddy?

(Giddy)

I’m coming with minimum fiddy (Minimum fiddy)

Uh, blood on my hands (Blood on my hands)

Blood on my shoes, I cannot lose, I cannot lose (Lose)

Blood on the seats, blood on the coupe

Blood on the money (Money)

Feeling like Fut', learn how to win (Win)

Put the bread in the tin

Make a mess of my sins, yeah (Yeah)

Make a mess of my sins, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I told God that I am sorry

I tell all my enemies I’m not sorry, yeah (I'm not sorry, yeah)

They see me pull up, they get angry, yeah

I’m a martian, bitch, I’m Marvin (Yeah, bitch)

I put my dick through the gap in her titties, yeah (In the gap)

I give her a warning, don’t leave a hickey, yeah, yeah

I give her a warning, don’t leave a hickey, yeah, yeah

I give her a warning, don’t leave a hickey, yeah, yeah

Sample to the feen, he said, «It's a sweet one»

I’m posted at my Gs, drum, that’s where the feens come

Got a gyal OT where I keep my Ps at

She be worried about police, had to tell her relax

But I got stopped by the Ds and I can’t tell her these facts

So much smoke in these streets, that’s why I always relapse

He might drop man a box, but he won’t get his Ps back

If you ain’t from the ends, we’re finessing your pack

Just come to the bits and see how we live

We all in the kitchen, we whippin' that hard, it is what it is

My boy got the Glock, it came with a whistle, and it came with a beam

Man just Amiri the jeans, tryna ball out with my team

Make a lot of mercy on me, yeah

Yeah, I told God that I am sorry

I tell all my enemies I’m not sorry, yeah (I'm not sorry, yeah)

They see me pull up, they get angry, yeah

I’m a martian, bitch, I’m Marvin (Yeah, bitch)

I put my dick through the gap in her titties, yeah (In the gap)

I give her a warning, don’t leave a hickey, yeah, yeah

I give her a warning, don’t leave a hickey, yeah, yeah

I give her a warning, don’t leave a hickey, yeah, yeah

I told God that I am sorry

I tell all my enemies I’m not sorry, yeah, yeah

They see me pull up, they get angry, yeah

I’m a martian, bitch, I’m Marvin (Yeah)

I put my dick through the gap in her titties, yeah, yeah

I give her a warning, don’t leave a hickey, yeah, yeah