Blame

And you know what it do Ayy Ayy-ayy, ayy I said too bad you ain't got no bands And she give me good top with it, no hands 'Member standin' at the corner with it, low grams Shorty left me down I was all broken I said too bad you ain't got no bands Shorty give me good top with it, no hands 'Member standin' at the corner with it, low grams Shorty left me down I was all broken I pull off in a coupe When you left me I was stressin', ain't know what to do (ain't know what to do) And the pain I'm feelin' I'ma blame it on you (blame it on you) Uh, unappreciated I'ma shit right on you (shit right on you) Nigga, word to my blood, ayy (word to my) Nigga, word to my- I ain't ever cryin' to a bitch .45, nigga, no lackin' like a bitch (damn) Runnin' my city, who the fuckers tryna diss? And I be the lil' nigga ridin' with the fuckin' blick I done cut five niggas that's all about a bitch I done got five bands then flexed up on that bitch I got out the streets, nigga, they all up in the mix Got the grip my niggas ain't playin with a bitch Yeah, eyes get so blood shot Uh, look at the head lights (look at the head lights) Uh, ridin' that foreign got it Uh, suicide red lights (suicide red lights) He got a red dot If he talkin' that nigga a dead opp Bitch, I don't give a fuck 'bout no fed opps Grab the blicky, that nigga gon' lay 'em out I said too bad you ain't got no bands (no bands) And she give me good top with it, no hands (no hands) 'Member standin' at the corner with the low grams (low grams) Shorty left me down I was all broken (broken) I said too bad you ain't got no bands (no bands) Shorty give me good top with it, no hands (no hands) 'Member standin' at the corner with it, low grams (low grams) Shorty left me down I was all broken (broken) I pull off in a coupe When you left me I was stressin', ain't know what to do (yeah-yeah) And the pain I'm feelin' I'ma blame it on you (you-you) Uh, unappreciated I'ma shit right on you Nigga, word to my blood, ayy (word to my) Nigga, word to my Got a freaky bitch call her exotic And she's suckin' my kids like colada Want to take all that shit and narcotics I don't fuck with that shit I'm an artist If I don't feel that lil' bitch kick her outta here I just made twenty bands off of recordin' You try finesse me I'm takin' your mind I put that nigga right up in the alley Bitch, I go stupid brazy, go retarded Ask me no questions, nigga, I ain't start it All that designer on her, yeah, I bought it That don't mean shit I left her broken hearted Linked up another shorty out of state Kickin' these niggas right up in they place Caliber shoot a nigga in his face Hittin' the jets he runnin' from the jakes I said too bad you ain't got no bands And she give me good top with it, no hands (no) 'Member standin' at the corner with it, low grams Shorty left me down I was all broken (broken) I said too bad you ain't got no bands Shorty give me good top with it, no hands (no hands) 'Member standin' at the corner with it, low grams (low grams) Shorty left me down I was all broken I pull off in a coupe When you left me I was stressin', ain't know what to do (ain't know what to do) And the pain I'm feelin' I'ma blame it on you (blame it on you) Uh, unappreciated I'ma shit right on you (shit right on you) Nigga, word to my blood, ayy (word to my) Nigga, word to my- Got a freaky bitch call her exotic And she's suckin' my kids like colada Want to take all that shit and narcotics I don't fuck with that shit I'm an artist If I don't feel that lil bitch 'kick her outta here I just made twenty bands off of recordin' You try finesse me I'm takin' your mind I put that nigga right up in the alley