Jay Gremlin - SORRY IF Lyrics

I'm sorry for my skis
Gremski (Wo-wo-wo)
Wanna move on, help her, pack up belongings
Why would I wanna be you, you a jabroni
Feelin' feel like long time, but it's really for the moment
Put on 99 and did ninety-nine down in Conant
If I did some hoe shit, trust me, I would've owned it
Me and skis talk business, not on net, I'd rather phone em'
She said, why you by yourself, you really not alone
I ain't tryna buy the bitch, I'd rather loan her
Addin' to the fees, I concocted sellin' more stuff
I done watched the seed that I just planted turn a grown up
Judge threw my dog a elbow, he bout to post up
Feel a breeze in vette, like a nigga got a low cut
Still see snakes in the grass when it's low cut
I'll turn this bitch up with a ass or with no butt
Ask for them to be there and just watch who show up
Niggas on hoe shit with they lil' skis, tryna show up
(How the f*ck you on hoe shit with your motherf*ckin' skis, nigga, that supposed to be yo motherf*ckin' brother, nigga)
(Dweeb ass nigga, how is that your mans, you tryna hoe that nigga)
Remember, times got darker than cognac liquor
Doin' math, loaded 20 in my four nickel
26, Louis bracelets between four niggas
Sick dog, got the book with a different ending
Picture of his face booked, not Meta, different system
I done smoked grams with a bitch I just met on Insta
She told me, don't post, use a hidden finsta
I ain't got M's now, but I know I'm Fin-to
Can't do fent, but thc in Fanta
Lay low, couple months, I'm ghost, Danny Phantom
I love bein' a nephew, brother, cousin, grandson
Everybody pay attention, earrings sing the anthem
Earrings make a bitch freeze, tell her put her hands up
Wanna see a LV, I'm bout to hold my hand up
Got a question for myself, let me hold my hand up
Why every time you fall down, you only hold your hand up
Tried to throw a football, but she wanted a hand off
I shot my shot, she shot hers, we was havin' a stand-off
Jumpin' from the top, a weak bitch I might land on
He in the hole, he can't get calls, somebody cut the landline
With this bitch, I ain't havin' shit but a damn time
I just keep thinkin' like, what a damn time
Smokin' early riser, late as hell look at the damn time
He just tryna push through and don't look at the damn time
Years plus years, of divided ass times
He got years plus years, then multiply and add times
I'm only just focused on the checks background
I done took a shroom, I'm high as hell I ain't lookin' at the ground
Addin' to the fees, I concocted sellin' more stuff
I done watched the seed that I just planted turn a grown up
Judge threw my dog a elbow, he bout to post up
Feel a breeze in vette, like a nigga got a low cut (I can feel the breeze)
Still see snakes in the grass when it's low cut (Still see snakes)
I'll turn this bitch up with a ass or with no butt
Ask for them to be there and just watch who show up
Niggas on hoe shit with they lil' skis, tryna show up
(Mhm-mhmmm I'm sorry for my skis, I'm sorry if you not ski)