QUIT BLAMIN’ lyrics

Uh-huh (Doll)
Groupie ass n*ggas (What else?)
Fan ass n*ggas (What else?)
Op ass n*ggas (What the f*ck else?)
Lame ass n*ggas (n*ggas ain’t on sh*t but di*k, grrah)

Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga
Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga

Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga
Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga

Why you n*ggas wanna pipe up?
b*tch pipe down
Just because you f*cking hard, n*gga don’t get wiped down
You blaming b*tches ‘cause them n*ggas seen yo’ lights out
How you switch up on your day one n*gga for a bust-down?

I keep it P, you pushing pus*y, n*ggas f*cked your hoe
And every time you do an interview my n*ggas scope
And every time you say my name I go and cop a bow
Wish a b*tch would speak on Asian, turn ‘em hot for sure
n*ggas b*tches, when they start some sh*t they blame a b*tch
We caught you pillow talking ‘bout yo’ mans right to a b*tch
No 9 to 5, but I been working like I served a brick
n*ggas turnt up b*tches they switch up and leave they block a ditch

I go state to state, got groupie n*ggas on my di*k
I ain’t even f*cking know you, but I took a pic
This n*gga on live explaining situations like a snitch
Yo’ b*tch goin’ di*k to di*k, but you ain’t got a pot to p*ss

I can see it in his eyes, n*ggas like me
How you doin’ all that kidding, but ain’t getting (?)
Saying over a hundred in my account, get me excited
n*ggas pus*y up in person, he be hiding behind that shiesty

Go get back for all them n*ggas that you post
Same n*ggas talking, same n*gga I bought clothes
Same b*tches saying I f*ck what?, b*tch you broke
If I’m a hoe, yo’ b*tch a hoe, on my di*k, that b*tch a pro

I ain’t never been the type to be a bully
Murder what she wrote, I treat these n*ggas like some rookies
Glocky in my Birkin, I spent 30 up in 15
Can’t beat me and can’t join me
b*tches hating, ain’t got it in me
You ain’t hit sh*t up on that drill, if you know you know
Quit all that talking, show yo’ money, let’s go toe to toe
I really beat up b*tches, wanna fight, go blow for blow
Catch your b*tch, she at the store, knock her out like dominoes

Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga
Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga

Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga
Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
Quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga

If you scared just say that

Grrah