Blame Us lyrics

[Intro]
How the f*ck n*ggas wan' be in the streets, hm?
How the f*ck n*ggas wan' hang with me, hm?
Yeah, f*ck n*gga, I'll put you to sleep
(Chapo)

[Chorus]
We havin' good gas, it's on all of us
Call the vampires to put the fangs on you
On the eastside, I'm tryna' flame somethin'
You mad as hell, you tried to blame us
Customize the Glock like a tailor
I don't even try n*gga, make these bangers
Sharpen my blick, walk in, have a bang out
I live a double life, I'm doing sh*t they don't know about
Hm, sh*t in my pocket n*gga hittin' hot n*gga, bring this bih' when it's cold out
Having one's n*gga, I went downtown
He a known clown, I don't even want 'em 'round
Hm, put this sh*t on, I dress how I want to
I be speaking facts and I told her this sh*t wasn't nothin' towards you
You ain't woah n*gga, keep it cordial

[Verse]
Know you see the size of these damn blicks on us
You be talking, never said you snitched on me
Burn 'em with the Glock like it's hot coffee
I know she don't love me, she pocket watching
Bih' gettin' mad my hoes calling
You ain't gotta cut me off, that no problem
You ain't gotta' be with me to ho someone
He was talking crazy n*gga, for stunna
Made it by twenty six, real lucky
I brought the Glocky with this puffer
Slide fifty five, walked in with this duffel
She got mob ties, we could be a couple
Popped his ass, took my little brother on his first lick
But when Sumo get out, I'll make my goddamn brother bang wit' 'em
Don't even ask me what's in this clip, man, this whole thing packed wit' some action
Hm, I'm f*ckin' on b*tches from Dallas
Dropped Sumo charge to manslaughter, first it was malice
She won't leave me 'lone, she know I'm goin' up, n*gga, I can't have it
Bih' won't even go home, I had to kick her out and go
I promise I will never sell my soul
You know Babywhoa up the score
You know Babywhoa ain't gon' go for nothin'
When I'm throwed off I start cuttin' up
Buy a hunnid thou' then watch me double up
They get stepped on just like sasquatch
And I know some things but I won't talk to cops
Did some dirty things but I look clean as f*ck
[Chorus]
We havin' good gas, it's on all of us
Call the vampires to put the fangs on you
On the eastside, I'm tryna' flame somethin'
You mad as hell, you tried to blame us
Customize the Glock like a tailor
I don't even try n*gga, make these bangers
Sharpen my blick, walk in, have a bang out
I live a double life, I'm doing sh*t they don't know about
Hm, sh*t in my pocket n*gga hittin' hot n*gga, bring this bih' when it's cold out
Having one's n*gga, I went downtown
He a known clown, I don't even want 'em 'round
Hm, put this sh*t on, I dress how I want to
I be speaking facts and I told her this sh*t wasn't nothin' towards you
You ain't woah n*gga, keep it cordial