Shame On You Intro lyrics
by Flyboy Tarantino
[Intro]
To Bass be the glory
[Verse 1]
Text me on the trap
Imma hit you back
I just ran a lap
I get off the pack
We shoot back he dissing
Gun hot like 3 sixes
He to busy missing leave his shirt red like my mistress (whoa)
I just do my job
I don't want no problems
Hustle or you starve
Hustle you go far
Suck my di*k no kissing
Say goodbye won't miss ya
Could say f*ck my enemies but i just f*ck they sisters
I don't miss a beat
Cross my f*cking T's
Pray before I sleep
Third eye on my demons
Get it back, never lacked up
I'll be racked up that's facts that's g
Get the cash up, get em mad
Show em mad love they gon' still hate lowkey (boi)
[Chorus]
Shame on you n*gga
Shame on you n*gga
Shame on you n*gga
Shame on you n*gga
How the f*ck you let me run game on you n*gga
How the f*ck you thought that i was playing with you n*gga
Shame on you n*gga
Shame on you n*gga
Shame on you n*gga
Shame on you n*gga
How the f*ck you let me run game on you n*gga
If i never knew you how i changed on you n*gga?
[Verse 2]
I don't need your damn love, I just came up
I been taking risk had to change my lanes up
Brain matter scatter I can make you famous (pow pow pow pow)
You ain't use to battle
You ain't been in danger (pow pow pow pow)
Why you always cappin' like you bad son? (like you bad son)
You a f*cking lick you look mad dumb (look stupid n*gga)
Its too many hoes i had to grab one (atleast one of them b*tches)
I finessed your mcm for damn fun
f*ck that n*gga
[Chorus]
Shame on you n*gga
Shame on you n*gga
Shame on you n*gga
Shame on you n*gga
How the f*ck you let me run game on you n*gga
How the f*ck you thought that i was playing with you n*gga
Shame on you n*gga
Shame on you n*gga
Shame on you n*gga
Shame on you n*gga
How the f*ck you let me run game on you n*gga
If I never knew you how I changed on you n*gga?