Yo Shorti - Lately Lyrics

Sorry, don't know your name if you
Sorry, don't know your name if you

I make it clap clap clap when I can't stop twerking
Need a clap clap clap 'cause I can't stop working
See you hating but it ain't on purpose
They ain't love me now they hit me 'cause they hurting, tuh

Lately I can't give a f*ck
So sorry don't know your name if you didn't ride for me
I'm a still shake my ass, shake my ass while I'm counting up
Still shake my ass while I'm counting up
Still gotta still get them dollars up
So sorry stay in your lane if you didn't ride for me
I'm a still shake my ass, shake my ass while I'm counting up
Still shake my
I still (still)
I still (still)
I still

And that booty round
That yin yang in her skirt
Still hands on with this work
Still whistle while you twerk
Drop it south for a Texan 'cause he reckon what it's worth
Extra money like some seconds
Going broke by the third
You ain't know it
Ye ain't heard
Slim thick with my cute ass
That chick with them curves
Boy you know I had to do that
That walk with them words
Like aye, damn who that
From the hood to the 'burbs
Just coming out like a new fag
Going harder than new math
Strolling along a new path
Get rid of the trapper, suddenly speeding in new 'Lacs
New Lexuses, new Jags
New money they wish they had
You show up when you get mad
I show out when I get bad

Then I throw that ass in a circle
You can use your hands if you want to
Got hella ass, I mean hella cash
Got hella swag, don't want hurt you
Then I throw that ass in a circle
You can use ya hands if you want to
Got hella ass, well, hella cash
Got hella swag, don't want hurt you

Lately I can't give a f*ck
So sorry don't know your name if you didn't ride for me
I'm a still shake my ass, shake my ass while I'm counting up
Still shake my ass while I'm counting up
Still gotta still get them dollars up
So sorry stay in your lane if you didn't ride for me
I'm a still shake my ass, shake my ass while I'm counting up
Still shake my
I still (still)
I still (still)
I still

I do what I feel bruh
Gotta get it how you live bruh
Popping bottles at the crib first
Then make the bar run out of liquor
Yoshi bad, want to lick her
Her friend ass, want to tip her
Good posture, way it sit up
Accidentally lifting some dicks up
Too drunk, got the hiccups
Two, four maybe six cups
Haters lowkey wanna be us
Water to wine like I'm Jesus
Why we so fine? Jesus
All the ballers wanna please us
Fat niggas wanna feed us
Man, tell these bums get they steez up
I say it now, 'cause I was down, I turn around get my cheese up
Stay committed, get hella fitted, plus my gees get they Gs up
It's for the fam, it's for the city, so you know we gotta be up
Look at me now, they hate or they proud
Yo non balling ass in the bleachers, so watch me

Then I throw that ass in a circle
You can use your hands if you want to
Got hella ass, I mean hella cash
Got hella swag, don't want hurt you
Then I throw that ass in a circle
You can use ya hands if you want to
Got hella ass, well, hella cash
Got hella swag, don't want hurt you

But hold up though
You motherf*ckers knew I needed y'all for this shit
You wasn't gonna hold me down
No it's cool I hold myself down
I been
I been on my shit, I been on my dough
Counting a grip, can't let it go
Whipping these whips, I'm on the road
Man I'm on the road, whipping these whips
Can't let it go, counting a grip
Been on my dough, been on my shit
Been on my dough
Been on my
Been on my
Been on my

Lately I can't give a f*ck
So sorry don't know your name if you didn't ride for me
I'm a still shake my ass, shake my ass while I'm counting up
Still shake my ass while I'm counting up
Still gotta still get them dollars up
So sorry stay in your lane if you didn't ride for me
I'm a still shake my ass, shake my ass while I'm counting up
Still shake my
I still (still)
I still (still)
I still

While I'm counting up
Don't know your name if you
So sorry don't know your name if you
Yeah