Sorry Not Sorry (Remix)

[Bridge: KUZGUN]
Young Tiller, Kuz-Nigga
Your friend bad too?
Then don’t come with her
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggers

[Hook: Bryson Tiller]
Girl if you don't get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me

[Verse 1: KUZGUN]
I ain’t playing games, I already copped the cheat codes
I call this Reggie Miller, cuz I got three hoes
You think they fly, and how they suck you off well, really tho?
Nah, they sucking off your bank account, hourglass-figure mosquitoes
Shout out to Tiller, holdin’ down the 502
I’m another real nigga, holdin’ down the 58212
These bitches all looking the same, I think they Siamese
Simple as ABC, hoes gon’ get on D’s, when they find some G’s
If y’all pullin’ up in a new Benz, better practice pullin’ out
Cuz if she pushin’ out, then your account gon’ see some bullets now
That’s the Kuz-Nigga, and Young Tiller, Young Tiller
Bitches trynna turn from your Average Janes to Francines and Priscillas
So, if you got a friend, better bring her
And don’t be surprised to wake up and see a nigga missing
So, you won’t make it through without fucking my niggas

[Bridge: KUZGUN]
Young Tiller, Kuz-Nigga
Your friend bad too?
Then don’t come with her
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggers

[Hook: Bryson Tiller]
Girl if you don't get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me

[Verse 2: KUZGUN]
So, who you gon choose, B?
Young Walt Disney or your attractive little Goofy’s
Because I birthed these niggas’ flows
So, that’s why they stuck with their chains like Figaro
So, that’s why they wakin’ up at 6:30 every day, trynna be Griffey
Shaq in the paint, but these hoes still won’t get a penny
Bitch, it’s been that way, for however long, I don’t see a difference
Been workin’ OT, only spittin’ writtens
I’ll probably make it once I make this more than a hobby
Don’t care if you feel me or Phil Jackson, I’ma run up on you with the posse
Young King with ice on my neck, lookin’ like I play hockey
So, these bitches don’t affect me anymore than Right My Wrongs did
And you won’t be the right bitch if you ain’t down to do that wrong shit
I’m on my Justin Wong shit, better yet some King Kong shit
Long career in front of him, perfectly suits the nigga with the long dick
So I’m an asshole, it’d be wrong if I was anything less
You gon’ get up and leave now, just another gold digging bitch less