Lyrics No Apologies - Fekky, Nafe Smallz

No Apologies

Ayy
Blame it on me
They’re hating on me (Uh)
Real niggas fuck with the clip, there’s nuttin' my brothers won’t do
I put on a drip, hop out the Jeep, hop in the coupe
Make grab that wap
'Cause none of my bruddas move loose (None of my bruddas move loose)
I don’t know what they want from me
I’m just sat here, on the grind, tryna make the P
They weren’t with me when I was broke, now they wanna eat
Baby, I’ve been running up these racks, no apologies
I’ve never been one for the chit chat (Ayy)
I came from the block and I did that (Yeah)
I gave my blood to the streets
Yeah, I poured my blood and I never got shit back
I took that box, yeah I nicked that (Took)
Came out fresh like a Tic Tac
Yeah, I got hit but I hit back (Baow)
He was talkin' tough man, sit back (Baow, baow, baow)
Give me a penny, I’ll flip that (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Brandy and coke, I sip that
Foreign joint with the big back
These man just rap, man, I live that
And I ain’t proud of my choices (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
But I’m sittin' right here with a big stack
See the real niggas do what we’re meant to
See the dot, dot, boom, what a kickback
Lookin' at that, but it ain’t wavey though
Bruddas like me switch up the flex
Manna got crazy flow
Nobody made me bro
I will never play no victim
I just make some distance
Oi, watch and listen
Bad decisions
Ayy
Blame it on me
They’re hating on me (Uh)
Real niggas fuck with the clip, there’s nuttin' my brothers won’t do
I put on a drip, hop out the Jeep, hop in the coupe
Make grab that wap
'Cause none of my bruddas move loose (None of my bruddas move loose)
I don’t know what they want from me
I’m just sat here, on the grind, tryna make the P
They weren’t with me when I was broke, now they wanna eat
Baby, I’ve been running up these racks, no apologies
Smoke one, I’ma get high wit' you
In the penthouse, bet you’re gon' like the view
Diamonds whenever we slidin' through
My bro, so you know he be shinin' too
Came up trappin' out hired coupes
In the broad day, tryna go find these yout’s
Now I got racks, no signing tunes
Just kilo’d like I’m in
She know we never makin' no minor moves (Nah)
Drip, I be icy too (Ice) (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Stick, it’s my type of tool (Man)
My bitch, and we riding through
Some lil' niggas wanna be like the crew
Diamonds, they hittin' like lightening (Yeah)
They told me all it takes is timing
Yeah, so I gotta stay under these sirens, ayy
Gucci my swag, Gucci my kicks
Gucci my bag, Gucci my zip
Gucci my hat, Gucci my bitch
Gucci my gang, yeah
We fuckin' up cheques
We tryna get more, don’t want nuttin' less
I lead these streets cah I lead my friends
And the feds still tryna do a sweep on the ends (Lets go, lets go)
Ayy
Blame it on me
They’re hating on me (Uh)
Real niggas fuck with the clip, there’s nuttin' my brothers won’t do
I put on a drip, hop out the Jeep, hop in the coupe
Make grab that wap
'Cause none of my bruddas move loose (None of my bruddas move loose)
I don’t know what they want from me
I’m just sat here, on the grind, tryna make the P
They weren’t with me when I was broke, now they wanna eat
Baby, I’ve been running up these racks, no apologies
Lookin' at that, but it ain’t wavey though
Bruddas like me switch up the flex
Manna got crazy flow
Nobody made me bro
I will never play no victim
I just make some distance
Oi, watch and listen
Bad decisions (Ooh, ooh, ooh)