Blame On Me

(Baby, I been tryin'-tryin', blame on me (Grrah-grrah) Baby, baby, I been tryin'-tryin', blame on me) (19 made this) Don't hate-, yeah, got a nana-,mmm yeah, mmm Said she tryna be my- Nah-nah-nah Put the blame on- Don't hate- Nah-nah-nah, like Put the Blame on me, got me mad, don't hate on me (Don't hate) I got the .9, don't play wit' me She say I'm cheatin', the shame on me (The shame) Put the Blame on me, got me mad, don't hate on me I got the .9, don't play wit' me She say I'm cheatin', the shame on me, grrah Stay on the block, Berrettas He tried to up it, put it in my sweater (Grrah, grrah) Got his bitch and I'm making it wetter She keep on sayin' "I'm doin' it better" (Better) He typin', not doin' no letters Why she thought that we was forever? (Forever) And you know that I gotta forget her It is what it is, I'ma do it however It was a thing, when I met her But you know I ain't tryna upset her (Upset her) I like the ruler, ain't talkin' my measure (Grrah) Playboy, you know that I'm clever He can get shot, wit' whoever (Uh-huh) I'm on the six and you know we together (Uh-huh) We be outside, no matter the weather (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah) I ain't playin' for the lackers (Grrah) Feeling like Roger, I play for the Packers (Grrah-grrah) He talk crazy, you know I'ma smack 'em (Smack 'em) Smokin' on Rippy, niggas gettin' packed up (Grrah-grrah) That's okay, she know I don't act up I be outside, gotta stay strapped up (Strapped up) And you know I ain't callin' no back up (Back up) First opp I see, nigga gettin' wrapped up (Grrah, grrah) And I beat up the box Talkin' crazy, beat him out his socks (Grrah-grrah) And you know we don't fuck wit' the Flocks (DOAK) Oh, he jackin' the-, pass me the knocks (Grrah-grrah) DD gon' click, go let some shots (Grrah) Notti keep clickin', empty out the chop, like (Grrah-grrah) (Notti keep clickin', empty out the chop, like) Don't hate on me (Don't hate) Got a .9, that stays on me (Grrah-grrah, grrah) She tryna be my L-U-V Told DD, "Just boom if he play wit' me" (Grrah-grrah) Don't hate on me, got a .9 that stays on me She tryna be my L-U-V Told DD, "Just boom if he play wit' me" (Grrah) DD boom, at the opps And you know we ain't jackin' the Flocks (DOAK) Bitch, I'm the O, so you know what I drop Niggas be chattin' but have no chop Yeah, I know what I tote on the block Bitch, we the demons, just lettin' off shots See a Flock, I'ma shoot 'til he drop (JJ the demon, he gon' aim for his top) DD gon' geek and he bendin' them blocks My bitch is a demon, she totin' the chop We smokin' on Rah Rah, got sent to the top If I see a Gunna, I up it and flock Who that right there? I see a Flock, I'ma shoot right there (Grrah, grrah) Hop out the V, I'ma flock right there (Grrah) While I fuck her, you know I'ma pull her hair Put the Blame on me, got me mad, don't hate on me I got the .9, don't play wit' me She say I'm cheatin', the shame on me Put the Blame on me, got me mad, don't hate on me I got the .9, don't play wit' me She say I'm cheatin', the shame on me, grrah (Baby, I been tryin'-tryin', blame on me Baby, baby, I been tryin'-tryin', blame on me)