Yeat - Sorry Bout That lyrics

(Damn, Trgc made that?) yeah
She eat me up like it's Beni bachi
Sorry 'bout that (Phew, phew)
Sorry 'bout that sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that

A T-E, she eat me up (Sorry 'bout that, yeah)
ATV what she ridin' on (Woo)
Bend the bitch over in Calabasas (yeah)
Tryna be slow now
Bitch, I'ma sip on the Wock' or the Tris
(yeah) she said she feel it now
I don't even feel it though
Bitch, I be high on these drugs
Every day of my life
I don't know at all if I should quit or not
(Woo, woo) how the fuck could I choose if
This is bad for me
When everything goin' out sad on my life?
Bitch, I just got off the


Phone with my jeweler (Ha)
That brand new Cuban link
Comin' in with diamonds
Yeah, and they just told me
If I bought that Tesla
I'm helpin' the climate so I'm
Finna pop a hundred (Woo)
I'm on the Perc' so I call up my bae like
"What's up with ya?"
She said, "Can I pull up and lay up with ya?"
(yeah) she said
"I wanna watch a movie if
You get the picture" (Ha)
She said she need a big ol' booty
Called up Bob the Builder (Ha)
Black and white diamonds, I'm colorblind
They told me that I murder
Every beat like Columbine (Bop-bop-bop-bop)
Sorry 'bout that

I had to switch the side
All my diamonds flawless and big
Look at the size (Ha)
All your shit is fake, that shit SI's (yeah)
I'm sorry for you, kid, that's just your life
(Ha, life) the amount of drugs I did
Today would make you cry (Wah)
Yeah, I'm finna tell y'all everything
I don't be shy (No)
I'm 'bout to buy a wedding ring for X tonight
Yeah, went and bought the Cayenne
Just so I could slide
Can you stop the cryin'? It's all a lie
(yeah) she wanna lick my privates, all night
(Let's go) just tell me, you gotta tell me
The truth 'bout it, all it, yeah
I had to go cut ties with
Them so I can go ballin'
I had the Issey Miyake jeans
With the Arc'teryx jacket
Yeah, and my lil' thot say that she
Addicted to me like some cracky
Yeah, she pull up, I'm breakin' her backy
These kids, they goofy, they wacky (Wack)
I'm not a kid, I'm a man like Pacqui (yeah)
I already made a whole mil' off rappin'
(Rappin')
I used to vacuum seal the Za' and wrap it
(yeah)
Now all I think 'bout is the racks (Uh)
Now I don't wanna hear about
It if it ain't facts (Shh)
She finna pull up
Eat it like it's Beni bachi
(Pull up, eat it like it's Beni bachi)
(Damn, Trgc made that?)
She eat me up like it's Beni bachi

A T-E, she eat me up (yeah)
ATV, way she ridin' on (Woo)
Bend the bitch over in Calabasas (yeah)
Tryna be slow now
Bitch, I'ma sip on the Wock' or the Tris
(yeah) she said she feel it now
I don't even feel it though
Bitch, I be high on these drugs
Every day of my life
I don't know at all if I should quit or not
(Woo, woo) how the fuck could I choose if
This is bad for me
When everything goin' out sad on my life?
And I just got off the phone with my jeweler
That brand new Cuban link
Comin' in with diamonds
Yeah, and they just told me
If I bought that Tesla
I'm helpin' the climate so I'm
Finna pop a hundred
I'm on the Perc' so I call up my bae like
"What's up with ya?"
She said, "Can I pull up and lay up with ya?"
(yeah) she said
"I wanna watch a movie if
You get the picture" (Ha)
She said she need a big ol' booty
Called up Bob the Builder (Ha)
Black and white diamonds, I'm colorblind
They told me that I murder
Every beat like Columbine (Bop-bop-bop-bop)
Sorry 'bout that

Sorry 'bout that sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that