Truly Sorry lyrics

I got swag
In my bag
Baby I been balling
Money rag, yeah that’s Pap’
No way you ignoring him
SRT, Hellcat
Jump in that b*tch and dog it
Sliding ‘round, riding ‘round
(Vroom)
That b*tch roaring
Make it rain it’s pouring
Hit they block we scoring
30 round hang out that Drac’
I split ‘em, gone be mourning
I put that bag on top your head
You dead by early morning
Baby girl, I’m truly sorry
Riding ‘round this brand new Audi
Sorry this is not a ‘Rari
You can see the stars regardless
Pull up on you, beg your pardon
Sorry, girl you know I’m horny
My b*tch yellow as hell like Simpson, Marge
And I’m on baby bottles
Walk in this b*tch like Boomhauer
Walk in this b*tch like howdy partner
Walk in this b*tch like how you doing
Walk in this b*tch this stick start shooting
I don’t walk in this b*tch like ??
Rowdy bout it, bout a problem
Probably shoot this b*tch regardless
You know Papi ain’t retarded
Country b*tch want Tim McGraw
I got cocaine in my balls
Looking at the vet like free my dawgs
Dawg in jail he got a phone
From the cell he calling dawg
I’ll out-smoke Snoop Doggy Dogg
And the trap house full of Dog
?? stuffed inside the ??
?? for a while
Play with me I’ll break your jaw
.556 the problem solved
I don’t give a f*ck bout who you call
My b*tch said "Pap you a dog"
Early morning balling, dawg
I love my b*tch like one of my dawgs
I go to hell and back bout all my dawgs
I got dawgs in heaven I’m balling for y’all
Jumping out of creepy crawlers for y’all
I stand on my money I’m 30 feet tall
?? I been getting off
Put swangas on the opps like Paul Wall
I walk in this like Boss Hogg
They gone remember my name like Mike Jones
I’m sipping on Wock’ all night long
I fell in love with the styrofoam
Make love to you with the lights on
Baby I’m clean like Lysol
This gas I got knock your socks off
Been riding thirty minutes, hop off
Me and Roxanne all alone
That b*tch got baby blue skin tone
I love that b*tch, can’t leave her alone
She say I’m sexy as Keith Swear
V12 engine fast as a jet
Say my skin smooth like Gillette
Everything I say I get her wet
She know I’m gone hit it if her heart beats
Cartier’s on Pap; can’t see
I put the molly in my Poland Spring
No that boy don’t f*ck with me
She wanna f*ck and bump Jodeci
I said we can f*ck and bump me
I walk in this b*tch like Bun B, 8Ball, MJG and Pimp C
Walk in this b*tch like I’m from Tennessee
Got gifts for everybody like Christmas Eve
It’s been too long, you missing me
I’m in a Hellcat doing high speed