​blame yourself

I know he gets mad when i talk to u
See it in his eyes he smelled my perfume
All up in ur clothes its just wat i do
I ain't wanna do it but i had to
Just to make a statement like a mf tattoo

Walk into the function i can barely even see shit
I won't make assumptions but i think she wanna cheat bitch
She asked for my number he got nervous and repeats it
Always on my dick and i ain't even wanna be here

I got options but ur bitch the main one
I could stop it but u not gon say none
You too pussy and u short u can't run
Feel like 6'4 too with my mf gun

Bitch u hear the fucking drums they gon hear thеm then they run
In my city im their fathеr i ain't ever been ur son
They gon ask me for a beat and im gon scam em then i run
She said she so fucking pissed at me and she not gonna text back
Give me one more week and she gon tell me that she miss sad
Sometimes i be feeling hella bad for that dumbass
Lately i been smoking hella gas with the mistress
Pussies always lurking stay the fuck out of our business

They said im a hoe well of course i need someone to write songs about
Call up on my phone there ain't shit we gotta talk about
How tf u pressed this is really all ur fault
How tf they cheat on u and we ain't get caught
Blame yourself blame the wealth but dont ever blame me
Maybe u should get ur money up ur tanks on E
Broke bitch are u really surprised
That she would really fucking leave me at the sight of my eyes
Cause all the signs were there and u ain't give a fuck
So i why would i give less when im always drunk