BLAME

I said too bad, you ain't got no bands

And she give me good top with no hands

Remember standin' in the corner with the low grams

Let me down, I was all broken

I said too bad, you ain't got no bands

Shorty give me good top with the no hands

Remember standin' in the corner with the low grams

Shawty let me down, I was all broken

I pull off in a coupe

When you left me, I was stressin', ain't know what to do

And the pain I'm feeling, I'ma blame it on you

Unappreciated, I'ma shit right on you

****, word to my blood, ay, ****, word to my

I ain't ever cryin' to a bitch

45, ****, no lackin' on a bitch

Runnin' my city, who the fuck is tryna diss?

And I be the lil' **** ridin' with the fuckin' blick

I done cut five ****, that's all about a bitch

I done got five bands, then flexed up on that bitch

I got out the streets, ****, they all up in the mix

Gotta grip, my **** ain't playin' with a bitch

I get yo bloodshot

Look at the headlights

Ridin' that foreign, got it

Suicide, red dot

He got a red dot

If he talkin', that **** a dead opp

Bitch, I don't give a fuck 'bout no fed opps

Grab the blicky, my **** gon' lay 'em out

I said too bad, you ain't got no bands

And she give me good top with no hands

Remember standin' in the corner with the low grams

Shawty let me down, I was all broken

I said too bad, you ain't got no bands

Shorty give me good top with the no hands

Remember standin' in the corner with the low grams

Shawty let me down, I was all broken

I pull off in a coupe

When you left me, I was stressin', ain't know what to do

And the pain I'm feeling, I'ma blame it on you

Unappreciated, I'ma shit right on you

****, word to my blood, ay, ****, word to my

Got a freaky bitch, call her exotic

And she's suckin' my kids like Colada

Want to take all that shit and narcotics

I don't fuck with that shit, I'm an artist

If I don't feel that lil' bitch, kick her out of it

I just made twenty bands off of recording

You try finesse me, I'm takin' your money

I caught that **** right up in the alley

Bitch, I go stupid brazy, go retarded

Ask me no questions, ****, I ain't start it

All that designer on her, yeah, I bought it

That don't mean shit, I left her broken-hearted

Linked up another shawty out of state

Kickin' these **** right up in they place

Kaliber shootin' a **** in his face

Hitting the jets he runnin' from the jakes

I said too bad, you ain't got no bands

And she give me good top with no hands

Remember standin' in the corner with the low grams

Shawty let me down, I was all broken

I said too bad, you ain't got no bands

Shorty give me good top with the no hands

Remember standin' in the corner with the low grams

Shawty let me down, I was all broken

I pull off in a coupe

When you left me, I was stressin', ain't know what to do

And the pain I'm feeling, I'ma blame it on you

Unappreciated, I'ma shit right on you

****, word to my blood, ay, ****, word to my

Got a freaky bitch, call her exotic

And she's suckin' my kids like Colada

Want to take all that shit and narcotics

I don't fuck with that shit, I'm an artist

If I don't feel that lil bitch, kick her out of it

I just made twenty bands off of recording

You try finesse me, I'm takin' your money

I caught that **** right up in the alley