Izaya Tiji - Sorry lyrics
[Izaya Tiji - Sorry lyrics]
Zee, you going crazy!
Sorry, sorry you can't get your hoe back
Sorry, sorry you can't get your bro back
Sorry, sorry that I sold you prozack
Run em down that nigga can't even go back
Gun em down
I’m tryna see holes in his neck and back
Peel ‘em with them gunna sounds
Now he gon’ get away, his
Tires flat, flat, flat, flat, flat
I'm ready for war bitch you
Can't even stomach that
He want smoke with me ain't got no strap
How he gon’ blow us back?
I keep a knife with me if he ain't
Gon get shot he gon get stabbed these niggas
No, I can’t een touch, I can’t een dab
I’m on his shit like a rat
I wanna put him in my pack
And then smoke ‘em till I can’t (Haha)
Skrt up then go fill my tank
That’s why they hate
50 pints up in the crate
If they ain't listen, then he late
Pull up with nina, then I skate
Fuck her, but don’t call her bae
I smoke 10 woods everyday
20 racks up in ya face
You on that side? You better stay
I’m too low, but you know I’m straight
These pussy niggas fall for bait
Yeah, i’m blowing ice cream cake
Pussy nigga smoking shake
We gon put that boy away
Tell’em put ya toys away
She a bitch like Coi Leray
Don’t crack my seal, I’m on the way
If we gotta run ‘em down
We gon go a different way
Only thing I love is money, lil hoe
You know I can’t chase running in
Running into deep cause it’s a race
Just flood the spinz
Flood the spin on him and spit in they face
My choppa bang like spinz
Choppa bang like spinz 808
That boy say anything
I just sit back cause it’s all fake
My nigga seeing red, he cannot feel nothing
Nothing (Freestyle shit bitch)
(Shoutout Zee, Zee, you going crazy)
Sorry, sorry you can't get your hoe back
Sorry, sorry you can't get your bro back
Sorry, sorry that I sold you prozack
Run em down that nigga can't even go back
Gun em down
I’m tryna see holes in his neck and back
Peel ‘em with them gunna sounds
Now he gon’ get away, his tires-
Sorry, sorry you can't get your hoe back
Sorry, sorry you can't get your bro back
Sorry, sorry that I sold you prozack
Run em down that nigga can't even go back
Gun em down
I’m tryna see holes in his neck and back
Peel ‘em with them gunna sounds
Now he gon’ get away, his
Tires flat, flat, flat, flat, flat
I'm ready for war bitch you
Can't even stomach that
He want smoke with me ain't got no strap
How he gon’ blow us back?
I keep a knife with me if he ain't
Gon get shot he gon get stabbed these niggas
No, I can’t een touch, I can’t een dab
I’m on his shit like a rat
I wanna put him in my pack
And then smoke ‘em till I can’t (Haha)
Skrt up then go fill my tank
That’s why they hate
50 pints up in the crate
If they ain't listen, then he late
Pull up with nina, then I skate
Fuck her, but don’t call her bae
I smoke 10 woods everyday
20 racks up in ya face
You on that side? You better stay
I’m too low, but you know I’m straight
These pussy niggas fall for bait
Yeah, i’m blowing ice cream cake
Pussy nigga smoking shake
We gon put that boy away
Tell’em put ya toys away
She a bitch like Coi Leray
Don’t crack my seal, I’m on the way
If we gotta run ‘em down
We gon go a different way
Only thing I love is money, lil hoe
You know I can’t chase running in
Running into deep cause it’s a race
Just flood the spinz
Flood the spin on him and spit in they face
My choppa bang like spinz
Choppa bang like spinz 808
That boy say anything
I just sit back cause it’s all fake
My nigga seeing red, he cannot feel nothing
Nothing (Freestyle shit bitch)
(Shoutout Zee, Zee, you going crazy)
Sorry, sorry you can't get your hoe back
Sorry, sorry you can't get your bro back
Sorry, sorry that I sold you prozack
Run em down that nigga can't even go back
Gun em down
I’m tryna see holes in his neck and back
Peel ‘em with them gunna sounds
Now he gon’ get away, his tires-