"Blame" lyrics

Woo, woo, bee
Bee
Uh, let's go
Let's go

Hop from the Benz to the Audi, I'm too clean
It say Saint Laurent right down my socks and my shoes strings
I've bring bread to the table, I don't know what you bring
We're not racing, but if we was, nigga, you losing
Got no safety, my pistol gon' pop, it's a .23
And I stay with that .30 attached to that Uzi, my life a movie (Ah, ah)
Nigga, y'all hatin' for no reason
Y'all just like tryna take pictures with no cheese
Get money all season
All of this ice on me, nigga, I'm so freezin'
I'm in the cut, but my nigga, I'm not bleedin'
I took a look at your bitch and I know I'm for sure squeezin'
I take a pint of that lean and I pull three's in
Nigga, you say you a shooter, but won't squeeze it (Ha)
I took Oxycontin, now I feel like a manic
When I hit from the back, it's too busy, start panickin'
Bitch, I'm your daddy now, I feel like Anakin
I'm not a toddler, got bottles and rattles and
Stay with a chop and a mag, that'll handle it
Fuck is you talkin' bout, ho? You can not even stand up or hang with us
You niggas snitchin' for sure, I can tell that you put all the blame on us
Oh, oh, guess he gon' die now
I take a bite out
Fah, you wanna fly now
Hope the hollow tip bullets gon' send him to heaven
Got a shirt with your face on it to match my 11's
Retro, let go
I made this beat like I'm Metro
Your shorty said I was boomin'
She tryna fuck to my music
Hit from the back and I'm cruisin'