Sorry Not Sorry
 作词 : Miles McCollum/Karon Vantrees/Kayel Sims/Zion Xavier Sheppard
 作曲 : Miles McCollum/Karon Vantrees/Kayel Sims/Zion Xavier Sheppard
 [Intro]
 Yeah
 Gang-gang

 [Verse 1: Veeze]
 Today, I ain't in the mood
 I don't want your pussy, I'm cool
 Got a hundred mil' on my to-do list
 Got a kid with a bitch, she stupid
 Niggas slide, just wait, just don't miss him
 Don't hit when we come back, shoot
 Nigga talkin' 'bout "Everybody know him"
 Nigga, everybody know you a goof
 I done popped out, feeling like Odd Future, Tyler, the Creator my look
 Them boys ain't smoked like five opps, that's a whole pack of loose leaf
 This eighth came straight from auntie
 We pink slip boys, no car lease
 My cup all pink like a Barbie
 I'm sorry, not sorry like Beyonce
 Can't go to the mall, I'm too paid
 Two hop on lean on the jet black
 She'll smuggle my drugs for a vacay
 Free Rio, pourin' up in the chain gang
 Rolls' truck, all brown, this shit stank
 And my wrist all green like my watch fake
 My bankrolls blue, it's a cry-baby
 And my mafia uppin' the crime rate (Us)

 [Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
 Diamonds gave you a headache (Shoo)
 Switching lanes, I'm scaring the bitch
 Damn near tearing the bitch
 Me and my bitch been sharing the bitch
 Uh, I done ran around fifty men, I feel like Ric Flair in this bitch (Hoo)
 Ain't got a care in this bitch
 They up it on me, I'm daring the bitch
 Pretty ass ho pouring up my drink, I just stared at the bitch (Phew)
 I got seven homes filled with clothes, Sauce on the way in this bitch (Yeah)
 I ain't talkin' 'bout no TV shows, but I still got Bear in this bitch
 I had to figure it out the hard way, no, I don't care, lil' bitch (Skeet)
 Ayy, I never talk shit online, but check it in real life, I'll never struggle again (Woo)
 I done helped out my mans
 I put my mom in a brand new Benz
 Niggas is grown with they bitch, I super like a fan
 They my dawg, I do what I can
 Brand new fishbowl, look like Saran

 [Verse 3: Veeze]
 Not my type, I'ma still smash
 Rich off rap, I still trap
 Ain't no pressure, nigga, I'm still relaxed
 Still slime, still finesse
 I'm so rich, when I cheat on my bitch, she still gon' take me back
 I can talk that shit but backin' it up, that's what I'm better at
 Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a leather crab
 Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a Hermès bag
 Kiss your bitch good-bye, she come with us, 'cause she ain't even comin' back
 Getting hot like Scarface, smoking dope inside a bubble bath

 [Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
 Many men wish death on me, But I can get me man dead (Blrrt)
 I put you on, I could take you out, get that shit through your head (Oh)
 RTSU is around the globe, think all these niggas fed (Us)
 I don't give no ****, I'm with whatever, however they wanna play it (Ooh)
 Like Bam Adebayo, I went through the flame, I met the bitch at the Bodega
 Took the bitch out to Bottega, big stick on me like Al-Qaeda
 My brothers keep a hottie, bitch, it's up if you say no questions either
 Hope no ho think I need her
 I'm still mad at Bieber