Video No Sympathy de Ag Producer 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ag Producer - No Sympathy Lyrics

[Intro]
(Go crazy, AG)

[Chorus]
Can't tell you my problems, ain't no sympathy
They hop in the car when niggas mention me (Real shit)
I might entertain myself with bullshit 'cause I can afford it
Shorty ain't even comin' 'round, she keep on recordin'
You might die 'cause you in the streets, make it count, don't make it pointless
Some secrets you gotta keep to yourself 'cause niggas feds
I make it look good, but sometimes, life get messy
I'd rather rock Prada steppers, I don't do Giuseppes

[Verse]
I'm walkin' on thin ice, feel like Gretzky
It's morе like pleasure if thе bros ever let you meet me
It's morals, if you break it, your contact, I delete it
That boy only keepin' up with you 'cause you the cheapest
I've been tryna see you
You know it's different when we flexin' and I'm with you
You don't even care that I'm Duvy, you ain't movin' like no groupie
And I'll go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, wait, I'll start shooting
I can't stop bootin', need jigga in my juice
Wanna say hi to my brothers 'cause I miss you
We killin' it, we known better
It's a closed casket, toe-tag 'em
My bang bro, you put a nigga in a shit bag, get him diapered
I think, "How could it get so worse in one year?"
If you see me on the go, don't interfere
You see I'm stayin' out the bullshit, it's clear
And the booking just went up, now I'm an artist, don't be scared
[Chorus]
Can't tell you my problems, ain't no sympathy
They hop in the car when niggas mention me (Real shit)
I might entertain myself with bullshit 'cause I can afford it
Shorty ain't even comin' 'round, she keep on recordin'
You might die 'cause you in the streets, make it count, don't make it pointless
Some secrets you gotta keep to yourself 'cause niggas feds
I make it look good, but sometimes, life get messy
I'd rather rock Prada steppers, I don't do Giuseppes

[Outro]
I've been tryna see you
You know it's different when we flexin' and I'm with you
You don't even care that I'm Duvy, you ain't movin' like no groupie
And I'll go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, wait, I'll start shooting
She didn't apologize to me
She said that
She didn't even ask you did I say what I'm supposed to been done said
No, she did not
Because that bitch is guilty