BLAME lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
I said too bad you ain't got no bands, and she give me good top, with no hands
'Member standing at the corner with the low grams shawty let me down I was all broken
I said too bad, you ain't got no bands, shawty give me good top, with no hands
'Member standing at the corner with low grams, shawty let me down I was all broken

[Chorus: Justin Rarri]
I pull up in a coupe, when you left me, I was stressin' ain't know what to do
And the pain I'm feelin', I'mma blame it on you
Unappreciated, I'mma sh*t right on you
n*gga word to my blood, n*gga word to my

[Verse 1]
I ain't never crying to a b*tch, 45. n*gga, no lacking like a b*tch
Runnin' my city, who the f*ck you tryna diss? And I be that lil n*gga runnin' 'round with the f*cking blick
I done cut 5 n*ggas thats all about a b*tch, I done got 5 bands then flexed up on that b*tch
I got out the streets, n*gga they all up in the mix, got a grip, my n*ggas ain't playin' with a b*tch
I get your bloodshot look at the headlights riding that foreign got it, suicide red dot, he got a red dot, if he talkin' that n*gga a dead opp, b*tch I don't give a f*ck about a fed I
Grab the blicky, my n*gga gon' lay 'em out

[Pre-Chorus]
I said too bad you ain't got no bands, and she give me good top, with no hands
'Member standing at the corner with the low grams shawty let me down I was all broken
I said too bad, you ain't got no bands, shawty give me good top, with no hands
'Member standing at the corner with low grams, shawty let me down I was all broken
[Chorus]
I pull up in a coupe, when you left me, I was stressin', ain't know what to do
And the pain I'm feelin', I'mma blame it on you
Unappreciated, I'mma sh*t right on you
n*gga word to my blood, n*gga word to my

[Post-Chorus]
Got a freaky b*tch, call her exotic, and she slurping my kids like Colada
Want to take all this sh*t, and narcotics, I don't f*ck with that sh*t, I'm a artist
If I don't feel that lil b*tch, kick her out it, I just made twenty bands off, of recording
You try finesse me, I'm takin' your money, I caught that n*gga right up in the alley

[Verse 2]
b*tch I go stupid, brazy, go retarded, ask me no question n*gga, I ain't start it
All that designer on her, yeah I bought it, it don't mean sh*t I left her broken hearted
Linked up another shawty out of state, kicking these n*ggas right up in they place
Kaliber shoot a n*gga in his face, hitting the jets, he runnin' from the jakes

[Pre-Chorus]
I said too bad you ain't got no bands, and she give me good top, with no hands
'Member standing at the corner with the low grams shawty let me down I was all broken
I said too bad, you ain't got no bands, shawty give me good top, with no hands
'Member standing at the corner with low grams, shawty let me down I was all broken

[Chorus]
I pull up in a coupe, when you left me, I was stressin', ain't know what to do
And the pain I'm feelin', I'mma blame it on you
Unappreciated, I'mma sh*t right on you
n*gga word to my blood, n*gga word to my
[Post-Chorus]
Got a freaky b*tch, call her exotic, and she slurping my kids like Colada
Want to take all this sh*t, and narcotics, I don't f*ck with that sh*t, I'm a artist
If I don't feel that lil b*tch, kick her out it, I just made twenty bands off, a recording
You try finesse me, I'm takin' your money, I caught that n*gga right up in the alley