"AIN'T MY FAULT" lyrics
(Heero)
(Hardbody)
(Oh, that's a whole lot of Money right there)
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
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 defense, but promise I could shoot with you (Okay)
Play with one of mines, I fuck around and come 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
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
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
Ayy, if we see him, we hit him
Chopper chewin' up denim
Pop a bitch across the river 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'
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
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
(Hardbody)
(Oh, that's a whole lot of Money right there)
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
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 defense, but promise I could shoot with you (Okay)
Play with one of mines, I fuck around and come 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
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
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
Ayy, if we see him, we hit him
Chopper chewin' up denim
Pop a bitch across the river 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'
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
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
