Lyrics Sorry, Not Sorry - Park Hill , M Huncho

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