Not My Fault ft. Wuu4k Lyrics

Wooski, I think we got one

What is the reason I'm all by myself

Maybe I gotta earn this love for you deep with the cards you got me

I'm in love with your beauty

In love with your beauty

What a dream

Versatility

Call me deranged not my fault I'm tryna love on you

Got bougie ass dick gotta pay me just to fuck on you

Touch on you

She said "Versatility" I'm stuck on you

Face down wanna see wassup with you

I'm getting older tryna sell shit just to get a load

But my Unc told me "don't sell everything you own"

Gotta have sum to show

That you winning

Inna shadows but yet I glisten thru the 5 percent tint and

And how are you a Christian but everyday you sinning?

Grinning bout killing but go to church to clear yo image

I'm an arsonist, love watching gaslighters burn

Love when odds stacked against me,

Cause know tables turn

Respect is never deserved, yeah it's earned

Fight fire with fire yet complain when your burned

Respect is never deserved, yeah it's earned

Fight fire with fire but complain when your burned

It's earned

Aye complain when your burned

Had to let you go from some shit I learned

I'm just tryna understand your mental

I'm in Daygo just riding round in the sprinter

Call me deranged not my fault I'm tryna love on you

Got bougie ass dick gotta pay me just to fuck on you

Touch on you

She said "Versatility" I'm stuck on you

Face down wanna see wassup with you

Let me see what's up with you

And we hopping up in coupes

And we tryna get the green

No, we tryna get the loot

It was a man down, so I stand tall and salute

And you know I'm from the town, so I'm loyal to my roots

You not in that field, you not Babe Ruth

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

I see the Jakes, we on the loose

We gon' put them on a chase

I'm off the goose

Cups of rosé, I must be in Marvin's room

My uncle told me fore he passed

"Nigga, get that money"

My uncle told me

Boy, you know you finna trip all summer

Boy, you know you finna pop out in Bentleys and Hummers

Boy, you know you gotta get it in

Get the numbers

Get the numbers

Get the numbers, boy

Stack it up

One clip, two clips

We gon' fuck them up

All my niggas really trippin'

We tryna get them bucks

Nigga, on the road, gotta keep it tucked

Why you only talk on me off the Hennessy?

Shit, I don't understand what you see in me

I'm tryna make believe

Girl, you my everything

Broke me to pieces, deranged

And I'm in my thoughts

I'm not thinking that straight, Im like, what it cost?

Hey, we might give him moss

But on the field, if I throw that toss, yeah

Wuu4k