Lyrics to Unapologetic
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh, mmm
Uh, uh
Prada steppin', and your club we got a lot of weapons
Yeah bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic
My steppas marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it
Hell nah, we ain't playin', you better call a reverend
I was taught to drop an opp' before I go and drop a diss
Want to apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit
Brand new bitch with brand new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy Mix
Don't fuck with no Sedo bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick
Pass the Glock, a give and go
Shoot it with me when I blow
At your top, we hit your throat
I call it hangin' from the rope
Niggas know how I be gettin'
Prada steppin', and your club we got a lot of weapons
Yeah bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologеtic
My steppas marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wеt it
Hell nah, we ain't playin', you better call a reverend
I was taught to drop an opp' before I go and drop a diss
Want to apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit
Brand new bitch with brand new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy Mix
Don't fuck with no Sedo bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick
Uh, uh
Dracos, we'll dump him, slump him like he sippin' purple lean
Broski shoot your mans all in his shit to get his hurt redeemed
Knock him off for snitchin', better act like you ain't heard a thing
Better pray you miss that FaceTime when that burner ring
Body bag, zip him up, it's a murder scene
Left him with a tag like he tryna show his Purple jeans
Deep textin' and decoys to the hood, we servin' certain fiends
I know the feds listenin', tryna figure out what my verses mean
Out the window, dreads shakin', trappin', duckin' fed cases
Dough boy, I was bread chasin', pocket full of dead faces
I'm best friends with Ben Franklin, addies got my head racin'
Problems got me med takin', models in my bed naked
Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons
Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic
My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it
Hell, nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend
I was taught to drop an opp before I go and drop a diss (Drop a diss)
Won't apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit (Come get your shit)
Brand new bitch with brand new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy mix
Don't fuck with no set-up, bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (Brr, brr)
Uh-uh-uh, mmm
Uh, uh
Prada steppin', and your club we got a lot of weapons
Yeah bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic
My steppas marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it
Hell nah, we ain't playin', you better call a reverend
I was taught to drop an opp' before I go and drop a diss
Want to apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit
Brand new bitch with brand new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy Mix
Don't fuck with no Sedo bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick
Pass the Glock, a give and go
Shoot it with me when I blow
At your top, we hit your throat
I call it hangin' from the rope
Niggas know how I be gettin'
Prada steppin', and your club we got a lot of weapons
Yeah bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologеtic
My steppas marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wеt it
Hell nah, we ain't playin', you better call a reverend
I was taught to drop an opp' before I go and drop a diss
Want to apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit
Brand new bitch with brand new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy Mix
Don't fuck with no Sedo bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick
Uh, uh
Dracos, we'll dump him, slump him like he sippin' purple lean
Broski shoot your mans all in his shit to get his hurt redeemed
Knock him off for snitchin', better act like you ain't heard a thing
Better pray you miss that FaceTime when that burner ring
Body bag, zip him up, it's a murder scene
Left him with a tag like he tryna show his Purple jeans
Deep textin' and decoys to the hood, we servin' certain fiends
I know the feds listenin', tryna figure out what my verses mean
Out the window, dreads shakin', trappin', duckin' fed cases
Dough boy, I was bread chasin', pocket full of dead faces
I'm best friends with Ben Franklin, addies got my head racin'
Problems got me med takin', models in my bed naked
Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons
Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic
My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it
Hell, nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend
I was taught to drop an opp before I go and drop a diss (Drop a diss)
Won't apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit (Come get your shit)
Brand new bitch with brand new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy mix
Don't fuck with no set-up, bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (Brr, brr)
