Blame Game lyrics

[Intro]
Louie, wake up!
Yo' b*tch
It's DC The Don and yo' b*tch
(And your b*tch)

[Chorus]
Yeah, sick of all the paparazzi, think I need a name change
Yeah, Forgiatto, big wheels, we ain't in the same lane, yeah (Jit)
And I'ma die underground, feelin' like GHOSTEMANE, yeah (Jit)
Heard your n*gga got some guap, but it's not the same thing
And I'm off of my b*tch, I'm a bipolar kid, shawty hate when I lane change (Ayy)
She can't really be mad when Lil' Donny start trippin' we be on the same thing
I'm a paranoid n*gga, I'm squeezin' my Glock and I'm thinkin' 'bout bang, bang
You be p*ssin' me off, while I'm p*ssin' you off, now we playin' the blame game (What?)
And I said, "I can't wait to wake up out my sleep" (Go)
I'm on the X pills, thеy feelin' like all of me, ayy
Tell a n*gga right off top in this b*tch, I'vе been chillin' right, don't make me pop in this b*tch
I've been ballin', whoa, can somebody tell them n*ggas ain't no stoppin' this sh*t? (Jit)

[Bridge: DC The Don & 8485]
(I can't wait to wake up from this dream)
Whoa (To tell you everything)
Woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (You'll tell me what it means)
What? What? Yeah, go (Touching hands, touching teeth again)
Go, go, go, let's go (I can't wait to wake up from this dream)
Go, go, go, like, oh-oh (To tell you everything)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's go (You'll tell me what it means)
Go, go, go, go (Touching hands, touching t-)
[Verse 1]
Hold on, I didn't hear, what did you say?
I'm with some n*ggas that bang on they chest like the m'f*ckin' Planet of the Apes
And I keep Vivienne on my face, yeah
And she keep number .9 on her waist, yeah
No more demon, I'm chillin' today (Jit)
I'm just playin', I blow out the place
I got Bape on my body, gon' walk with gorillas (Brr-ahh)
I updated my last b*tch
In the car, while I'm rollin' up gas, I got nowhere to ash it
Fell in love with a bad b*tch
She puttin' Ricky on, sent a picture, like, "DC we matchin''
At the gas station, I gotta fill up
Seen some b*tches pull out, we like, "Hello"
Don't mind me, I be boujee
I'm rollin' my za' in a backwood, not no Rillo
Heavy Metal, Glock 19 I'ma shoot it like Melo (Brr)
Getting head while I smash on the pedal
I love spotting red, but I pull up in yellow (Bree)
Tijuana, that b*tch on the yellow (Yeah)
Look at DC, he came out the ghetto (Ayy)
Look at DC, he came out the gutter
I'm only a Don, she treat me like a Pharaoh
Your b*tch overrated, you gotta do better
She in Chino Hills like she tryna meet 'Gelo
I hit it one time, send her back to the meadows (Go)
I don't even trust this b*tch, I know that she stay at the bellows (Ooh, jit)
Lil' shawty tryna waste my time, girl, like, "Hell no" (What?)
But sh*t, I might wake up out my dream and I'ma call you back like, "Hello" (f*ck)
[Bridge 2: DC The Don & 8485]
(I can't wait to wake up from this dream)
f*ck, yeah
(To tell you everything)
Let's go
(You'll tell me what it means)
Jit, jit, let's go
(Touching hands, touching teeth)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
(I-I-I to wake up from this dream)
Go, go, yeah
(To tell you everything)
Jit, jit, yeah
(You'll tell me what it means)
Yeah, and I'm really like that (f*ck)
(Touching hands, touching teeth-)
Yeah, yeah (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)

[Verse 2]
I been that n*gga
Ever since these n*ggas met Don out the womb, on god and I'm still that n*gga
And n*ggas keep trying to throw dirt on my name, they can go ahead and throw dirt on my name
I bet I wake up and I'm still that n*gga
I bet I wake up and I still got figures
And I bet I wake up and I'm still gettin' richer
[Bridge 3: DC The Don & 8485]
(Won't be seeing me till winter)
And I bet I wake up and I'm still gettin' richer
(When I'm much too cold to shiver)
And I bet I wake up and I'm still gettin' richer
(Temporary trial and error)
And I bet I wake up and I'm still gettin' richer
(Not exactly scared, but-)
Still getting richer

[Chorus]
Yeah, sick of all the paparazzi, think I need a name change
Yeah, Forgiatto, big wheels, we ain't in the same lane, yeah (Jit)
And I'ma die underground, feelin' like GHOSTEMANE, yeah (Jit)
Heard your n*gga got some guap, but it's not the same thing
And I'm off of my b*tch, I'm a bipolar kid, shawty hate when I lane change (Ayy)
She can't really be mad when Lil' Donny start trippin' we be on the same thing
I'm a paranoid n*gga, I'm squeezin' my Glock and I'm thinkin' 'bout bang, bang
You be p*ssin' me off, while I'm p*ssin' you off, now we playin' the blame game (What?)
And I said, "I can't wait to wake up out my sleep" (Go)
I'm on the X pills, they feelin' like all of me, ayy
Tell a n*gga right off top in this b*tch, I've been chillin' right, don't make me pop in this b*tch
I've been ballin', whoa, can somebody tell them n*ggas ain't no stoppin' this sh*t?

[Outro: 8485]
I can't wait to wake up from