Blame

I ain’t talking bout no size, .26 up on my waist
That boy a crash dummy, yeah I can’t hear what he sayin’
Why the fuck you conversate, when you know it’s not your
Slide, wet that block up, yeah my bullets like some rain

Why the fuck am I, the one always to blame?
Why the fuck am I, the one always to blame?

(?) hell yeah, yeah she givin’ that good brain
If you run up on me, you lookin stupid
I’m tryna make a way, now I got the blueprint
I don’t want you back, stupid bitch I ain’t yo Cupid
Ima leave that boy brains on the floor
I told him “Shit, I’d kill myself before I fuck with that whore”
I ain’t mean to pull the trigger, aw shit my finger itched
Boy I’m practically yo dad, no I won’t call you son of a bitch
And I’ma shoot that fuckin (?)

Keep my namе out yo mouth
Keep my name out yo mouth
I’m starting to think you like dick
They bitin’ all thе swag like some ticks
Ima call the shots and i could get you gone quick
Ima call the shots, Ima call the shots, Ima call the shots