Joey Trap - Sorry lyrics

(Red lean look like Clifford)
Akachi, what up?

Look, nigga I'm sorry
You ain't get money, niggas is bragging, uh
Said I'ma body
Follow him home, don't follow on IG
Money I'm running
I get it fast you niggas is laggin', ayy
Your bitch is coming
Back to the crib won't tell you what happens
Yuh niggas is average
Shooters is sneezing, I'll send 'em at you
You niggas pussy it show on ya face
Like a motherfuckin' tattoo
Bro with the choppers
He got the sticks like motherfuckin' bamboo
Head and your shoulders
Wetting the side like the nina be shampoo

Shout out my relly (My guy) whip on Pirellis
Smoking on smelly (My guy)
Sippin' on Henny (Stupid) this here is Gucci
Not JCPenney (Dope) want it, I buy it
Fuck is you talking, niggas gone ride
Mama was crying
For just a quarter I coulda died
I'm in my bag
Fuck is you talking, you pussies is mad
I'm on the road
20 for features and 30 for shows (Bands)
You need to watch your mouth
You the ones talking loud
But watch how a nigga run
When we bring the choppas out
Yeah, shoot then I reload
I'm takin' off but I'm not the Migos, uh
Damn perico
Tu sabe, we flip it don't care if it's legal
Uh my niggas not playing right
Them niggas is taking lives
Over shit that ain't even big
So you better protect your chin, yeah

Oh my God, I love you so much Joey, oh my God
(Follow him home, don't follow on IG
Money I'm running
I get it fast you niggas is laggin', ayy
Your bitch is coming
Back to the crib won't tell you what happens
Yuh)

Look, nigga I'm sorry
You ain't get money, niggas is bragging, uh
Said I'ma body
Follow him home, don't follow on IG
Money I'm running
I get it fast you niggas is laggin', ayy
Your bitch is coming
Back to the crib won't tell you what happens
Yuh niggas is average
Shooters is sneezing, I'll send 'em at you
You niggas pussy it show on ya face
Like a motherfuckin' tattoo
Bro with the choppers
He got the sticks like motherfuckin' bamboo
Head and your shoulders
Wetting the side like the nina be shampoo

Shout out my relly (My guy) whip on Pirellis
Smoking on smelly (My guy)
Sippin' on Henny (Stupid) this here is Gucci
Not JCPenney (Dope) want it, I buy it
Fuck is you talking, niggas gone ride
Mama was crying
For just a quarter I coulda died
I'm in my bag
Fuck is you talking, you pussies is mad
I'm on the road
20 for features and 30 for shows (Bands)
You need to watch your mouth
You the ones talking loud
But watch how a nigga run
When we bring the choppas out

Yeah, bitch i'm that mane
Cliiif, he that mane kachi, he that mane
Me, I'm that mane joey, he that mane
I'm that mane sorry that I'm made
Sorry I'm that mane