QUIT BLAMIN'

Uh-huh (doll)
Groupie ass niggas (what else?)
Fan ass niggas (what else?)
Op ass niggas (what the fuck else?)
Lame ass niggas (niggas ain't on shit but dick, grrah)

Aye, quit blaming bitches for yo' beef nigga
Quit blaming bitches for yo' wack ass beef, keep it street nigga
Quit blaming bitches for yo' beef nigga
Quit blaming bitches for yo' wack ass beef, keep it street nigga

Quit blaming bitches for yo' beef nigga
Quit blaming bitches for yo' wack ass beef, keep it street nigga
Quit blaming bitches for yo' beef nigga (hey)
Quit blaming bitches for yo' wack ass beef, keep it street nigga (hey)

Why you niggas wanna pipe up?
Bitch pipe down (just sit down)
Just because you fucking hard, nigga don't get wiped down (don't get shot)
You blaming bitches 'cause them niggas seen yo' lights out
How you switch up on your day one nigga (ah now), for a bust-down

I keep it P, you pushing pussy, niggas fucked your hoe
And every time you do an interview my niggas go
And every time you say my name I go and cop a bow
Wish a bitch would speak on Asian, turn 'em hot for sure

Niggas bitches, when they start some shit they blame a bitch (here now)
We caught you pillow talking 'bout yo' mans right to a bitch (to a bitch)
No nine to five (uh), but I been working like I served a brick (uh)
Niggas turnt up bitches they switch up and leave they block a ditch (blamin')

I go state to state, got groupie niggas on my dick (on my dick)
I ain't even fucking know you, but I took a pic (took a pic)
This nigga on live explaining situations like a snitch (he a snitch)
Yo' bitch goin' dick to dick, but you ain't got a pot to piss

I can see it in his eyes, niggas like me (niggas like me)
How you doin' all that kidding, but ain't getting uh-uh
Saying over a hundred in my account, get me excited (get me excited)
Niggas pussy up in person, he be hiding behind that shiesty (he a bitch)

Go get back for all them niggas that you post
Same niggas talking, same nigga I bought clothes
Same bitches saying I fuck what?, bitch you broke
If I'm a hoe, yo' bitch a hoe, on my dick, that bitch a pro

I ain't never been the type to be a bully (uh)
Murder what she wrote, I treat these niggas like some rookies
Glocky in my Birkin, I spent 30 up in Fendi
Can't beat me or can't join me
Bitches be hating, ain't got it in me (aye)

You ain't hit shit up on that drill, if you know you know
Quit all that talking, show yo' money, let's go toe to toe
I really beat up bitches, wanna fight, go blow for blow (be a bitch)
Catch your bitch, she at the store, knock her out like dominoes

Quit blaming bitches for yo' beef nigga
Quit blaming bitches for yo' wack ass beef, keep it street nigga
Quit blaming bitches for yo' beef nigga
Quit blaming bitches for yo' wack ass beef, keep it street nigga (prrr, boom)

Quit blaming bitches for yo' beef nigga
Quit blaming bitches for yo' wack ass beef, keep it street nigga
Quit blaming bitches for yo' beef nigga
Quit blaming bitches for yo' wack ass beef, keep it street nigga (prr, boom)

(What you talkin' 'bout, what you talkin' 'bout)
(Stop, i'm fast)
(If you scared just say that)
(But speak fact bitch ass niggas)
Grrah