QUIT BLAMIN'

Uh-huh (Doll)

Groupie ass niggas (What else?)

Fan ass niggas (What else?)

Opp ass niggas (What the fuck else?)

Lame ass niggas (Niggas ain’t on shit but dick, grrah)

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga

Why you niggas wanna pipe up? Bitch, pipe down

Just because you fuckin' hard, nigga, don’t get wiped down

You blamin' bitches ‘cause them niggas seen yo’ lights out

How you switch up on yo' day one nigga for a bust-down?

I keep it P, you pushin' pussy, niggas fucked yo' hoe

And every time you do an interview my niggas scope

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

We caught you pillow talkin' ‘bout yo’ mans right to a bitch

No 9 to 5, but I been working like I served a brick

Niggas turnt up bitches, they switch up and leave they block a ditch

I go state to state, got groupie niggas on my dick

I ain’t even fuckin' know you, but I took a pic

This nigga on live explainin' situations like 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

How you doin’ all that kiddin', but ain’t gettin' (Uh-uh)

Sayin' over a hunnid in my account, get me excited

Niggas pussy up in person, he be hidin' behind that shiesty

Go get back for all them niggas that you post

Same niggas talkin', same nigga I bought clothes

Same bitches sayin' 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

Murder what she wrote, I treat these niggas like some rookies

Glocky in my Birkin, I spent thirty up in Fendi

Can’t beat me and can’t join me

Bitches hatin', ain’t got it in me

You ain’t hit shit up on that drill, if you know you know

Quit all that talkin', show yo’ money, let’s go toe to toe

I really beat up bitches, wanna fight, go blow for blow

Catch your bitch, she at the store, knock her out like dominoes

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga

If you scared just say that, but speak facts, bitch ass nigga

Grrah