Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Apologies, artist - Fekky. Date of issue: 19.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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) |