Blama on Ya

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me

Damn near got a thousand grams on me

If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya

Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Running from the bounty homie

Your honor I think ya outta order

I know what you did last summer fuck your baby mother

Gucci Mane's 80s baby and he took 180 from you

Mixed Haitian at the station smoking

Like some damn Jamaican

Only thang that I regret is ion got my pistol license

Swisher slice without a license ion give a fuck about it

You a snitch to tell me now I'm gone get the fuck around

[?] system now you probably hit me another counter

Why they call mountain park I don't see no fucking mountain

Truck dusted and disgusted walk around aggressive mouth

I met the plug and ran it up don't know if  I have the hundred thousand

I may ain't sold a million records but I got a million dollars

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me

Damn near got a thousand grams on me

If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya

Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]

I got a thousand grams on my motherfuckin arm

Made a half ticket of off twenty dollar fund

Sitting in the middle of my neighborhood chilling

With two white bitches blowing weed out the ceiling

Made a fifty thousand profits bought half on guns

Turn my neighborhood to Cali can't stay where I'm from

My niggas gang banging robbing all that

Even my nephew got his teacher calling

Say he don't wear shit to school but all black

I dare a pussy nigga to speak my motherfucking name then

Send my boys through there with them choppas it make it rain

All these diamonds on me I'm just coolin'

All these sick haters gone make me call your bitch up and

Go make a movie

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me

Damn near got a thousand grams on me

If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya

Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie

[Verse 3: YFN Lucci]

You know me I got that strap and I'll blama some

You know me I get it gone I get my hands on

No hands on all these suckers they won't live long

Ain't nowhere to moan everythang I own

I up a couple hundreds strong plus I just got on

I just fucked a nigga bitch I fucked it up and turn her on

I just hopped out of new whip when I talk to her it turn on

I couldn't wait for no nigga I had get it on my own damn yeah

I just bought a new house and put them bricks in

I walked in smelling like who fucking rich mane

In the kitchen whipping fucking on my wrist again

And I'm motherfucking blam put your hands on it

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me

Damn near got a thousand grams on me

If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya

Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie