Blame Us

Lyrics

[Intro] How the fuck niggas wan' be in the streets, hm? How the fuck niggas wan' hang with me, hm? Yeah, fuck nigga, 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 nigga, make these bangers Sharpen my blick, walk in, have a bang out I live a double life, I'm doing shit they don't know about Hm, shit in my pocket nigga hittin' hot nigga, bring this bih' when it's cold out Having one's nigga, I went downtown He a known clown, I don't even want 'em 'round Hm, put this shit on, I dress how I want to I be speaking facts and I told her this shit wasn't nothin' towards you You ain't woah nigga, 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 nigga, 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 fuckin' on bitches from Dallas Dropped Sumo charge to manslaughter, first it was malice She won't leave me 'lone, she know I'm goin' up, nigga, 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 fuck [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 nigga, make these bangers Sharpen my blick, walk in, have a bang out I live a double life, I'm doing shit they don't know about Hm, shit in my pocket nigga hittin' hot nigga, bring this bih' when it's cold out Having one's nigga, I went downtown He a known clown, I don't even want 'em 'round Hm, put this shit on, I dress how I want to I be speaking facts and I told her this shit wasn't nothin' towards you You ain't woah nigga, keep it cordial