Terrance - S.O.R.R.Y

Bouta get it with the sauce
Bouta head out
Go to ross
Paintin pictures like i'm Bob Ross
Playin Criss Cross
(Ooh Yuh)

Yeah i'm the big boss
Sitting criss cross
Eating apple sauce
Bitches tryna fuck with me
(Yuh)

Yeah I finna blow up
Finna Roll up
Finna show up
And you know you bouta take the loss
Better get lost in the sauce
Cause drippin be the cause
And the bars that you spit are so false
And the prophecies
That you gon' fall for me
Cause it's so constantly
And it's subconsciously
(Uh)

Haha... Wait

Damn Lil Floaty I'm Beatin at your own game
Hell yeah
Gotta rep paper plane gang
All Your songs sound a little bit the same same
On the same thing
And you know you gotta little thing
And you know that I hit under the belt
And dumped your album in the trash
Because it smelt
(Ahhh)

Don't wanna see me in the moment of the heat
And we switching up the flow
And we switching up the beat
(Aye Yuh)
Come over here and take a seat
Let me teach ya little something
You should take advice from me
(Aye Yuh)

Bitch
Imma run it
And gun it
And hunt it
And get a hunned
Just for me until I spend it on something
For nothing
Fillin up with stuffin
I'm comin
I'm rushin
Puttin ammo in the blunt
We fill it up
And we puffin
(Uh)

Bitch
I'm comin with a McMuffin
We bumpin
And thumpin
And jumpin
Till we hit the blunt
And drink a little
And Pass out or something
That shit got me buzzin
And than it got me rushin
I'm tempted to push the button
(Ahhh)

Shawties telling me Terrance
You better slow down
I hit it from the back
Than I tell her
Bust it down
Sorry homie
Tryna run it down
Tryna get the crown
Tryna run it back
Going pound for pound
(Ooo Yuh)

Shawties telling me Terrance
Please don't go now
Come with me
I'll let you go down
(Ooo)

Sounds like a deal to me
Baby come with me
Got no bills
Living free
Feeling free
(Yuh Aye)

Lil homie tryna get it in the race
That's just me
Tryna get it at my own pace
(Yuh)

Bitches tryna catch a case
Feelin like Jay-Z
And I gotta say
She got that pound cake
(Ooo)

To be honest
Imma disgrace
Gonna feel the bass
Takin off
Damn
(Oouiii)
Gonna go to space
Better brace
Bust on her face
I put the flowers in the vase
So they stayin just in case hoe

Lil homie why you got the same flow
Hang low
Lil homie
You can just suck on my big tow
(Woah)

Everyone wonder what you here for
Wonder what you doin here
We was at the same store
(Woah)

Chillin Watchin Game of Thrones
Sittin on the couch we stoned
Bitches tryna get a loan
Chill
(Woah Woah)

Already know that we on the road
But i'm Chillin
But we know that we bouta go and reload
(Ahhh)

Every rapper in the game do the same thing
With they big chains hang low
Make it rain, rain
(Ooh)

All they do is rap about the gang gang
Poppin molly
Maybe do a little bit of cocaine
(Ayyee)

Bitch
And i'm comin with it
Like i'm gunnin with it
Pop up in it
Pull the trigger
Than I hit the boogie with it
Fuckin with it
Tryna get it with a hunned figures
Bitches tryna get the figures
But my homie, Guess who figured
(Ahh)

Bitch
And i'm bouta get bigger
Might as well call me the wizard
My tongue so good like a lizard
And it's so cold like a blizzard
All i hear is whispers
Of the silence and the kissers
And the murders and the killers
(Uhh)

Written by:
Torin Olivares

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