AIN’T MY FAULT

Lyrics

[Intro] (Heero) (Hardbody) (Oh, that's a whole lot of Money right there) [Chorus] Oh, yeah, bitch, I heard what you said When I see it, I'ma get it off, yup I know you mad that your partner ended dead, but I promise that it ain't my fault [Verse 1] I can't leave my house without the .40 Glock Teflon vest, it's with the holster top Put a can up on the front, you won't hear shit, this ain't no soda pop With the switch it look like I've been doin' polka dots (Ayy) We got cash for a motor mouth I'm tune, ready to roll you out, since you think that you a soldier now, bitch Tell your sister that I miss her mouth Next time, I'ma dig her out I promise I ain't holdin' out (Okay) I be on the defensе, but promise I could shoot with you (Okay) Play with one of mines, I fuck around and comе hit two niggas Way up in Miami, but my Draco up in that boot with you Heard that you ain't like that in your section, you a new nigga (Ayy) Ain't got a kill, I can tell by who you runnin' with Bitch, you a clown, he in my DM on some funny shit They nailed your dog down to the floor, you left him leakin' on it We can tell that ain't your work 'cause you be speakin' on it [Chorus] Oh, yeah, bitch, I heard what you said When I see it, I'ma get it off, yup Know you mad that your dog ended dead, but I promise that it ain't my fault [Post-Chorus] If you really want a kill, grab your gun and hit the field Show me that it's really real This round here we don't really like to play, we the ones'll really knock your ass off [Verse 2] Ayy, if we see him, we hit him Chopper chewin' up denim Pop a bitch and [?] go and duck off his denim I had a flight from Miami, I was comin' through Kennel Hit back in town, then shot a video, was thuggin' with killers (With killers) I ain't trippin' on shit, I had that Glock on me there And R.I.P. to your lil' dog, he was next to me there The same nigga under pressure, I ain't never gon' sweat 'Cause I ain't met a nigga that could get the best of me, yet, huh You ain't even gotta ask, bitch, you know that I'm clutchin' Catch your brother, do him bad, since he say he be thuggin' If I ain't up in the rental, then it's probably a bucket Can't see me beefin' with no nigga known for internet thuggin' [Chorus] Oh, yeah, bitch, I heard what you said When I see it, I'ma get it off, yup Know you mad, that your dog ended dead, but I promise that it ain't my fault [Post-Chorus] If you really want a kill, grab your gun and hit the field Show me that it's really real This round here we don't really like to play, we them ones'll really knock your ass off