"SORRY I HAVE BEEN DISTANT" lyrics
Dowin
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Rollin' up a opp, bitch, I'm geeked up out that c—
Rollin' up a opp, bitch, I'm gone, fft, fft
Rollin' up a opp with a cannon, bitch, I'm wildin' out
We got drugs if a bitch run out
Pull up to the trap
You can smell the hotbox down the road
Drip, these not designer clothes
Big-big 'roll on my fuckin' breachers
I ain't miss a step, on the way to the riches
Wakin' back, I ain't eat no biscuit
Wakin' back to blind
Do a money spread, racks be fallin' out
Racks, that shit be fallin' out
Sell a fake pill, this Tylenol
Nigga got the drip out the middle of the mall
We got the drop, we gon' rush in the spot
I'm in the cut and they aim for a headshot
Nigga talk that on the block, wanna lay down
Only flash hot guns on FaceTime
Runnin' from a Drac', got me runnin' from a K9
Nigga catch a play, make the racks at the headsign
Ain't gon' ever sit, got the blick at the restaurant
Smokin' on a strain, now we smokin' on the best for once
Get up with the gang, we gotta lay, where the scraps at?
Cut that ho throat, told that ho to get back aside
Know I'm slick, I'm slidin' solo with my mag'
Fuck nigga think he won't beef with the feds
I'm gettin' toe-tagged, put the Rick's on his ass
Got a bookbag, I could out the mags
Pull up to the hood, better your ass do a full flip
Nigga askin' J, pull up askin', "Where the road, Jack?"
Nigga [?] and the za', what the GOAT said?
Put the beam on and make the drip turn to six-pack
Lil' LAZER brought down on your ho, you better watch your back
Tryna pop shit on the gang, make you stand down
Splat, gun, where's your brain?
White weed, that shit take scram
That ho better not text me on no fuck shit
This ho tryna sit 'round me and lil' twin, made that ho tap the gang
Smokin' on this shit, I'm high as fuck, I can't even feel my face
Deep as fuck in a hotbox, you get crushed if you get in the way
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Nigga keep tryin' to text, I'd pop out any day
Scratch that pack, I made my racks diarrhea, this and they
And he found my drip, I got my drip from across the way
Runnin' from your problem, put your problem in your blunt and face it
I just got me powers, I see cash shit comin' miles away
Ain't even high as I wanna be right now
In the rollout, wanna get deep right now
Nigga got blicks in the V right now
Nigga got scraps in the V right now
Nigga not smokin' a real one
2025, man, he still smoke four feet
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Dowin
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Dowin
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Rollin' up a opp, bitch, I'm geeked up out that c—
Rollin' up a opp, bitch, I'm gone, fft, fft
Rollin' up a opp with a cannon, bitch, I'm wildin' out
We got drugs if a bitch run out
Pull up to the trap
You can smell the hotbox down the road
Drip, these not designer clothes
Big-big 'roll on my fuckin' breachers
I ain't miss a step, on the way to the riches
Wakin' back, I ain't eat no biscuit
Wakin' back to blind
Do a money spread, racks be fallin' out
Racks, that shit be fallin' out
Sell a fake pill, this Tylenol
Nigga got the drip out the middle of the mall
We got the drop, we gon' rush in the spot
I'm in the cut and they aim for a headshot
Nigga talk that on the block, wanna lay down
Only flash hot guns on FaceTime
Runnin' from a Drac', got me runnin' from a K9
Nigga catch a play, make the racks at the headsign
Ain't gon' ever sit, got the blick at the restaurant
Smokin' on a strain, now we smokin' on the best for once
Get up with the gang, we gotta lay, where the scraps at?
Cut that ho throat, told that ho to get back aside
Know I'm slick, I'm slidin' solo with my mag'
Fuck nigga think he won't beef with the feds
I'm gettin' toe-tagged, put the Rick's on his ass
Got a bookbag, I could out the mags
Pull up to the hood, better your ass do a full flip
Nigga askin' J, pull up askin', "Where the road, Jack?"
Nigga [?] and the za', what the GOAT said?
Put the beam on and make the drip turn to six-pack
Lil' LAZER brought down on your ho, you better watch your back
Tryna pop shit on the gang, make you stand down
Splat, gun, where's your brain?
White weed, that shit take scram
That ho better not text me on no fuck shit
This ho tryna sit 'round me and lil' twin, made that ho tap the gang
Smokin' on this shit, I'm high as fuck, I can't even feel my face
Deep as fuck in a hotbox, you get crushed if you get in the way
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Nigga keep tryin' to text, I'd pop out any day
Scratch that pack, I made my racks diarrhea, this and they
And he found my drip, I got my drip from across the way
Runnin' from your problem, put your problem in your blunt and face it
I just got me powers, I see cash shit comin' miles away
Ain't even high as I wanna be right now
In the rollout, wanna get deep right now
Nigga got blicks in the V right now
Nigga got scraps in the V right now
Nigga not smokin' a real one
2025, man, he still smoke four feet
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Dowin
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Dowin
Writer(s): Devokeyous Hamilton
