That's They Fault ft. A1Nas Lyrics

Oh my god, is that A1?

Man, I swear to God that it always be these broke-ass bitches that be talkin' with no

Money out

And why these niggas always hatin

You better stay up in your lane 'fore I call brodie

He come empty that hunnid round

I heard your mans just got hit, well that's they fault

I don't do no talkin' cause I'm quick to let K talk

I slide through, .762, knock his face off

(Like, let's be for real, Phantom, who fuckin' with you?)

And then we slide again

Y'all can't fuck with me, these niggas fried again

Quick to put this heat up to his chest just like a cardigan

I heard them niggas say they was gon' slide, them niggas lost again

Quick to put some numbers on his head and then we auction him

I mean, we throw a couple bullets at his head when we offin' him

Yeah, we sparkin' him (I'm really the hottest nigga)

Man, I swear to God that it always be these broke-ass bitches that be talkin' with no

Money out

And why these niggas always hatin

You better stay up in your lane 'fore I call brodie

He come empty that hunnid round

I heard your mans just got hit, well that's they fault

I don't do no talkin' cause I'm quick to let K talk

I slide through, .762, knock his face off

(Nas, these niggas not fuckin' with you)

Get the fuck out my face, unless you givin' me face

I ain't savin' no hoe, I ain't wearin' a cape

I ain't trickin, I ain't lyin, these niggas fell for the bait

I got a pet peeve, so let me tell you niggas what I hate

I hate a broke hoe, a no-show

Only there when you up, but never there when you down

I call them yo-yos

They only post you when you dead

When you alive, you gotta pay for the promo

Third eye, I can talk to the dead

Brodie said what he said

Free that nigga.. (ssshhhhhh)

So I can hit him in his head

Make his mama have the blues

The cops won't have a clue

We be spinnin' back to back if they hidin' that shit cool

Man, I swear to God that it always be these broke-ass bitches that be talkin' with no

Money out

And why these niggas always hatin

You better stay up in your lane 'fore I call brodie

He come empty that hunnid round

I heard your mans just got hit, well that's they fault

I don't do no talkin' cause I'm quick to let K talk

I slide through, .762, knock his face off

(There's no competition, like, they not fuckin' with you, it's A1 shit