It ain’t my fault I got that glow and I can’t get it off meIt ain’t my fault these ni**as ain’t solid and they moving faultyIt ain’t my fault I’m rocking ricky, keep that blicky on meIt ain’t my fault when I pop out nothing less than 50 on meIt ain’t my fault that they got shifty on meTony hawk, I’m used to ni**as getting tricky on meParty pack, told her take that, and went diddy on meTrackhawk, I hit the pedal, 360 on ’emAin’t my fault my back got the whole city on itAin’t my fault my back got the whole city on itKeep the thriller close, I’m protecting my energyMy advice to you: don’t become my enemyGroupies grab me at my shows, so I know that they feeling meI just left ’em in her throat, girl you know ain’t no kids in meIn the trenches rocking ?, your shawty wildI was quick to slime her like deandreIt ain’t my fault you got your sh*t snatchedIt ain’t my fault you ain’t have your moneyGo get your sh*t backIt ain’t my fault I drew the blueprint and I’m living thatNaomi osaka’s arena, we serving and playing with big racksGot the baddest face down, ass upSince I got my tax up, the most you ever made in your lifeI done made, forgot about, and had it stashed upSimple ni**as simping over bi**hes I done passed upReal ni**as going out of style, feel like the last oneI got my bag up, ain’t sit around when I ain’t have muchI f**k on your hoe, hop out the bed and turn my swag onAin’t no more humble sh*tI’m popping sh*t I’m popping tags on emIt ain’t my fault I got that glow and I can’t get it off meIt ain’t my fault these ni**as ain’t solid and they moving faultyIt ain’t my fault I’m rocking ricky, keep that blicky on meIt ain’t my fault when I pop out nothing less than 50 on meGot expensive taste, still a hood ni**a
Pints in the cabinet, lights, camera, actionI’ma keep a cup full when them cameras flashingGive my ni**as hope, I feel like a pastorWanna live like me, you might have to chance itNo I don’t need no tip, boy my diamonds dancingBrodie told me ’bout you bi**h, stop acting classyYeah I heard about youKnow you heard about usAll my lil’ ni**as shoot, feel like curry ?If I want it then I get it, timmy turner problemsCameras on me like I’m walking out the trialI’m up 30 f**king million, she gon’ want the childTax bracket out of reach, I ain’t reaching outNba-type ndas, sh*t ain’t leaking outRemembering all the love you bi**h ass ni**as never showed?And you ni**as came up out the mud and didn’t even growTunnel vision, carpal tunnel ni**as politicingWhat the f**k you running for?Whip came with a ticket, valet keysShe gon’ chief in la breezeI’m with babyface, I feel like la reidI’m with sean don, no dom perignon, bi**h it’s leanPush to start, foreign hit it, that bi**h fart, what’s a key?They keep telling me to keep this sh*t 100, I’m a gFrom the dirty glove, gotta keep it on you in the streetsWhat more can I say?Promise you I’m lying if I say I ain’t ?Keep them squares out your circleSo we flick up through the dayTrust meOld friends hating on a ni**a, bi**hes love meHands all dirty in the field like it’s rugbyGang ties, mafioso like I’m lucky… lucianoPints coming in from philly so I rock milanoAmericano, ms stack on top of ms sh*t look like mcdonald’sI don’t need a karen care, I need griselda blancoAll my ni**as on they john wick and leave you john doe