That's My Fault Freestyle ft. EMG Thump Lyrics

Damn it's a shame

He changed on the gang for some fame, damn it's a shame

These niggas lame two faced, better stay in your lane before I go bang

And shots hit his brain, yeah, and shots hit his brain

Shots hit his body like three, then he collapsed

I just pulled up on these niggas too fast, damn nigga they got lapped

These niggas broke, why would you laugh

Ice on my wrist, get exposed cause it's froze

Wait till it rain, it could get cold

Nigga run up on me, I'ma blow

223, equipped with a scope

I knocked, but nobody home

So me, I broke through the door

Run up on me, I'ma let that bih go

Fa-fa shots in the-, shots in the wind

Do not pretend, I'm in it to win

I just fucked on a hoe, I fucked on a hoe

Then I fucked her kin

Then I fucked her kin

Then I fucked her cousin

Then I fucked her sister and passed her

Like that shit was nothing

Like damn, damn nigga, damn nigga

You know I'm the man

You wanted the man

Then your sister took the plan

Can't laugh at you now, cause that's my fault

Should've put you on the path

But damn I wasn't taught

I guess it's time to get blazing, I'm just glad that a nigga had patience

No we can't be complacent, EMG got the laser

Step too close he might tase you

Niggas clowns they don't phase me, like these niggas in the matrix

Hey, you know that it's over, can't tip toe around it you know we expose 'em

These niggas BS in they lyrics I know it, I had to outgrow them

Solving my problems with all of the money and drugs

I spent ten racks on a buzz, but my niggas knowin whassup

Mobbin' six deep in the truck, Tony be keepin' it tucked

And I got a shot, P.J. Tuck, I got a shot like a buck, bitch I rise above

That's why the numbers got fat on the checks

That's why the numbers went up, check the stats

That's why the prices went up for a pack

Cozy and EMG back on attack

Dangerous thoughts that come off of this pad

We takin' off, ain't no doubt about that

If I lose my spark, then my boy got the match

I don't need no arguing about none of the facts

If you tryna sign me, the check gon' be fat

Yeah, yeah

I'm cookin' up, I need it now

I get the bowl, then I expose these niggas

They frown like wow, yeah, wow

You niggas hoes, run up on me, yeah

You ran out of hope, you ran out of love

Eyes in the scope, I'm ready to score

I'm trained to go, since a young nigga

I was trained to go

Since I was a young nigga, I kickin in doors

I was trained to go

Since I was a young nigga, I was emptyin poles

I was trained to blow

Double A-G in this bitch

I'm ready to die, behind any nigga, tryna slide

If you survive, then, I yield like five, these niggas ho

They ain't know it, you won't survive, man