gun40 - sorry not sorry lyrics
[intro: gun40 & dj plugg]
b+tch, i’m sorry, not sorry
i can’t never miss my target
and my b+tch, she act so boujie
my lil’ b+tch, she act like barbie
i got fiens, ain’t talkin’ carti
n+ggas broke, they drink bacardi
baby, pull up nieman marcus
i don’t even have to park it
wish a n+gga
(this a freeband hunter, for sho)
i go by the name dj plugg
i’m locked in with my n+gga gun (i+i+i love my plug)
we walk a n+gga down all 2024
this that sh+t you listen to in the back of a maybach
you know i wanted to start this sh+t off like this
sorry, not sorry
we gon’ show yall why
tony shhnow, freeband hunter
ayy, gun, i really need you to pop that sh+t on these n+ggas
let’s go!
[chorus: gun40]
b+tch, i’m sorry, not sorry
i can’t never miss my target
and my b+tch, she act so boujie
my lil’ b+tch, she act like barbie
i got fiens, ain’t talkin’ carti
n+ggas broke, they drink bacardi
baby, pull up niеman marcus
i don’t even have to park it
wish a n+gga would trip
thеy know gun gon’ straight just spark it
this ain’t even in your bracket, n+gga, ain’t even in your market
[verse: gun40]
i’m sorry, not sorry (real)
life get real, n+gga, goin’ deep in the field in a foreign (foreign)
i’on do no flexin’ on the next man, that ain’t me, sorry (sorry)
i’m just tryna flex on myself and make sure i get more (more)
200 to the dash got a n+gga flyin’ through air soarin’ (skrt!)
head while a n+gga drive, f+ck me through the car+wash if you ain’t boring (whip it)
girl ride a n+gga like a foreign
fell in love wit’ .223’s and fell in love wit’ all these glocks (yeah)
fell in love wit’ f+ckin’ b+tches, fell in love wit’ gettin’ top (yeah)
i’m sorry, i’m not sorry that you feel that way (ah, ayy)
we f+ck today, i put you in a field wit’ a (field wit’ a)
you eat that d+ck, you eat that d+ck like anne mae (ayy)
then you get that cake, you get that cake and you skate away (skate away)
don’t miss your blessin’ thinking that you better b+tch (better b+tch)
don’t miss your blessin’ tryna be a petty b+tch (b+tch)
dinners ain’t for ho’s, dinners for the wife’s, baby (yes)
dinners ain’t for ho’s, dinners for the wife’s, baby (yeah)
she want steak and shrimp (shrimp), she ain’t even that type (uh, uh), she ain’t gettin’ that (no)
mikey d’s a type of night (type of night)
this ain’t for you, b+tch (b+tch)
you can’t play me, b+tch (uh, uh)
don’t be playin’ games (games), you get capped down quick (quick)
you count me out?, uh, uh (oh, yeah)
that’s your fault i’m lit (i’m lit)
you was suckin’ d+ck on camera, that’s how you got lit (d+mn)
[chorus: gun40 & tony shhnow]
b+tch, i’m sorry, not sorry
i can’t never miss my target
and my b+tch, she act so boujie
my lil’ b+tch, she act like barbie
i got fiens, ain’t talkin’ carti (uh)
n+ggas broke, they drink bacardi (uh huh)
baby, pull up nieman marcus (yeah)
i don’t even have to park it
wish a n+gga would trip
they know gun gon’ straight just spark it
this ain’t even in your bracket, n+gga, ain’t even in your market (uh, uh)
[verse 2: tony shhnow]
my handles out your bracket
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