It Ain't My Fault

Yeah Silly-ass, fuckin' run up, smackin' up Yeah (Hit-Boy) It ain't my fault I got that glow and I can't get it off me It ain't my fault these niggas ain't solid and they movin' faulty It ain't my fault I'm rockin' Ricky, keep that blicky on me It ain't my fault when I pop out, nothin' less than fifty on me It ain't my fault that they got shifty on me Tony Hawk, I'm used to niggas gettin' tricky on me Party pack, told her, "Take that," went Diddy on her Trackhawk, I hit the pedal, three-sixty on 'em Ain't my fault my back got the whole city on it Ain't my fault my back got the whole city on it Keep the thriller close, I'm protectin' my energy My advice to you, don't become my enemy Groupies grab me at my shows, so I know that they feelin' me I just left 'em in her throat, girl, you know ain't no kissin' me, yeah In the trenches rockin' Sean Bape, your shawty wild (for real) I was quick to slam her like DeAndre It ain't my fault you got your shit snatched It ain't my fault you had no money, go get your shit back It ain't my fault I drew the blueprint, now I'm livin' that Naomi Osaka's arena, we servin' and playin' with big racks Got the baddest face down, ass up Since I got my tax up, the most you ever made in your life I done made, forgot about, and had it stashed up Simple niggas simpin' over bitches I done passed up Real niggas goin' out of style, feel like the last one I got my bag up, ain't sit around when I ain't have much I fuck on your ho, hop out the bed and turn my swag on Ain't no more humble shit, I'm poppin' shit, I'm poppin' tags on 'em, nigga It ain't my fault I got that glow and I can't get it off me It ain't my fault these niggas ain't solid and they movin' faulty It ain't my fault I'm rockin' Ricky, keep that blicky on me It ain't my fault when I pop out, nothin' less than fifty on me H-H-Hit-Boy on the beat, so bitch, so you gotta go berserk Got expensive taste, still a hood nigga Pints in the cabinet, lights, camera, action I'ma keep a cup full when them cameras flashin' Give my niggas hope, I feel like a pastor Wanna live like me? You might have to chance it No, I don't need no tip, boy, my diamonds dancin' Brodie told me 'bout you, bitch, yeah, actin' classy Yeah, I heard about you, know you heard about us All my lil' niggas shoot, feel like Curry father (pew) If I want it, then I get it, Timmy Turner problems Cameras on me like I'm walkin' out the trial I'm up thirty fuckin' million, she gon' want the child Tax bracket out of reach, I ain't reachin' out NBA-type NDAs, ain't shit leakin' out Rememberin' all the love you bitch-ass niggas never showed And a heart on one below And you niggas came up out the mud and didn't even grow Tunnel vision, carpal tunnel, niggas politickin' What the fuck you runnin' for? Whip came with a ticket, valet keys She gon' cheat for L.A. breeze I'm with Babyface, I feel like L.A. Reid I'm with Sean Don, no Dom Perignon, bitch, it's lean Push to start, foreign hit it, that bitch fart, what's a key? They keep tellin' me to keep this shit a hundred, I'm a G From the dirty glove, gotta keep it on you in the streets What more can I say? Promise you I'm lyin' if I say I ain't in the A Keep them squares out your circle, so we flick 'em through the day Trust me, old friends hatin' on a nigga, bitches love me Hands all dirty in the field like it's rugby Gang ties, mafioso like I'm Lucky Luciano Pints comin' in from Philly, so I rock Milano Americano, M's stack on top of M's, shit look like McDonald's I don't need a Kim K, I need Griselda Blanco All my niggas on they John Wick and leave you John Doe