Your Fault

I wish a nigga would try to try me
I’ll run up on his ass and put the thirty in his skin like an I. v
What you thought
Hell yeah its your fault
I’m getting money out the vault
On the rush getting money like bush
Pour a four in the crush
You een getting no money
Lil nigga you a dummy
Popping pills yeah I’m scummy
You’d think this shit is funny
Put a thirty to his tummy
Wrap his ass like a mummy
Chew up like some gummys
Spit him out now he bloody
Feed him back to his mother
I’m a stupid mother fucker
I’m getting money like a trucker
Smoking wood woodpecker
Should I fight on the beat
Red bottoms on my feet
I fuck a bitch last week
Man that lil pussy cheap
I had a good pussy week
I put that bitch in the street
Now she can’t get a thing
I bought a whole 6 rings
And ine even on the team
Chris stole my robin jeans
Young niggas got green
I’m popping pills like a fiend
I’m killing shit that’s my hobby
I fuck your bitch in the lobby
She love giving sloppy toppy
I kick her out no karate
Don’t tweak when you walk in the party
DDB when I walk in the party
Don’t say nothing to me when I walk in the party
Fat daddy when I walk in the party
.44 yeah nigga bitch get back
I’ll split yo ass up like a kit kat
A lil girl smoke his ass like a cigarette
I’ll put his ass in the freezer like a 6 pack
What’s cracking?
You think you tough boy you lacking
I never leave without that rachet
You run up on me I’m a show you what’s cracking