CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : No Regrets
Nah, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah
(Kaydo, you way too dope, kid)
Oh, oh
Yeah
I'm tryna tell you
I [?] real, can't relate
And a little fakin' hey, yuh
I don't regret the sh*t I did because I did that sh*t (I did that sh*t)
And every beat that I hop on, I bet they feel that sh*t (I bet I kill that sh*t)
Yellow diamonds on my wrist, look like I p*ssed all on my wrist, yeah (p*ssed all on my wrist, yeah)
All these blue be pokin' out look like I'm crip [?]
I put my pain on every beat so they can feel me more (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yuh)
I poured a six up in that Phantom so it can heal me more (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yuh)
I had to stop givin' a f**k like where my feelings go? (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yuh)
Hopped in my bag and got some cash like what [?] for? (I'm tryna tell you)
I had to slow down off that lean 'cause I had kidney problems
Every clip extended, if we spin I bet we got 'em
Remember eatin' Mickey D's, now it's Benihana's
Lot 'em youngin's ridin' 'round with them semi-auto—matics
We ain't trippin' off no beef, b*t*h, we gon' let 'em have it
They said this sh*t was impossible but I made it happen
I was trappin', who woulda thought I woulda made it rappin'?
Chasin' baggin's, couple hunnids stuffed up in a mattress
I said my worst sh*t better than they best sh*t
It's that 3k, n***a, this ain't no x6
I'm not the one, you better find someone to mess with
Come to your address, n***a, that's how I address sh*t, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah
(Kaydo, you way too dope, kid)
Oh, oh
Yeah
I'm tryna tell you
I [?] real, can't relate
And a little fakin' hey, yuh
I don't regret the sh*t I did because I did that sh*t (I did that sh*t)
And every beat that I hop on, I bet they feel that sh*t (I bet I kill that sh*t)
Yellow diamonds on my wrist, look like I p*ssed all on my wrist, yeah (p*ssed all on my wrist, yeah)
All these blue be pokin' out look like I'm crip [?]
I put my pain on every beat so they can feel me more (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yuh)
I poured a six up in that Phantom so it can heal me more (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yuh)
I had to stop givin' a f**k like where my feelings go? (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yuh)
Hopped in my bag and got some cash like what [?] for? (I'm tryna tell you)
I had to slow down off that lean 'cause I had kidney problems
Every clip extended, if we spin I bet we got 'em
Remember eatin' Mickey D's, now it's Benihana's
Lot 'em youngin's ridin' 'round with them semi-auto—matics
We ain't trippin' off no beef, b*t*h, we gon' let 'em have it
They said this sh*t was impossible but I made it happen
I was trappin', who woulda thought I woulda made it rappin'?
Chasin' baggin's, couple hunnids stuffed up in a mattress
I said my worst sh*t better than they best sh*t
It's that 3k, n***a, this ain't no x6
I'm not the one, you better find someone to mess with
Come to your address, n***a, that's how I address sh*t, yeah
