Justin Rarri – BLAME lyrics

I said too bad you ain't got no bands
Shorty give me good top with the no hands
Member standing at the corner with the low grams
Shorty left me down I was all broken
I said too bad you ain't got no bands
Shorty give me good top with the no hands
Member standing at the corner with the low grams
Shorty left me down I was all broken

I pull off in a coupe
When you left me I was stressing ain't know what to do
And the pain I'm feeling imma blame it on you
Unappreciated I’mma shit right on you
Nigga word to my blood aye
Word to my
I ain’t ever crying to a bitch
45 nigga no lacking on a bitch
Running my city who the fuck is tryna diss
And I be the lil nigga riding with the fucking blick
I done cut 5 niggas that's all about a bitch
I done got 5 bands then flexed up on that bitch
I got out the streets nigga they all up in the mix
Got the grip my niggas ain't playin with a
I get yo blood shot
Look at the head lights
Riding that foreign got it
Suicide red dot
He got a red dot
If he talking that nigga a dead opp
Bitch I don't give a fuck bout no fed opps
Grab the blicky my nigga gon lay em out

I said too bad you ain't got no bands
Shorty give me good top with the no hands
Member standing at the corner with the low grams
Shorty left me down I was all broken
I said too bad you ain't got no bands
Shorty give me good top with the no hands
Member standing at the corner with the low grams
Shorty left me down I was all broken

I pull off in a coupe
When you left me I was stressing ain't kno what to do
And the pain I'm feeling imma blame it on you
Unappreciated I’mma shit right on you
Nigga word to my blood aye
Word to my

Got a freaky bitch call her exotic
And she’s sucking my kids like colada
Want to take all that shit and narcotics
I don’t fuck with that shit I’m an artist
If I don’t feel that lil bitch kick her out it
I just made 20 bands off of recording
You try finesse me I'm taking your mind
I caught that Nigga right up in the alley
Bitch I go stupid brazy go retarded
Ask me no questions Nigga I ain't start it
All that designer on her yea I bought it
That don't mean shit I left her broken hearted
Linked up another shorty out of state
Kicking these niggas right up in they place
Kaliber shoot a nigga in his face
Hitting the jets he running from the jakes

I said too bad you ain't got no bands
Shorty give me good top with the no hands
Member standing at the corner with the low grams
Shorty left me down I was all broken
I said too bad you ain't got no bands
Shorty give me good top with the no hands
Member standing at the corner with the low grams
Shorty left me down I was all broken

I pull off in a coupe
When you left me I was stressing ain't kno what to do
And the pain I'm feeling imma blame it on you
Unappreciated I’mma shit right on you
Nigga word to my blood aye
Word to my

Got a freaky bitch call her exotic
And she’s sucking my kids like colada
Want to take all that shit and narcotics
I don’t fuck with that shit I’m an artist
If I don’t feel that lil bitch kick her out it
I just made 20 bands off of recording
You try finesse me I'm taking your mind
I caught that Nigga right up in the alley