Your Fault Songtext
von Famous Dex

I wish a nigga would try to try me

Ill run up on his ass and put the thirty in his skin like an i.v

What you thought

Hell yeah its your fault


Im getting money out the vault
On the rush getting money like bush
Pour a four in the crush
You een getting no money
Lil nigga you a dummy
Popping pills yeah im scummy
You′d think this shit is funny
Put a thirty to his tummy
Wrap his ass like a mummy
Chew up like some gummys
Spit him out now he bloody
Feed him back to his mother
Im a stupid mother fucker
Im getting money like a trucker
Smoking wood woodpecker
Should i fight on the beat
Red bottoms on my feet
I fuck a bitch last week
Man that lil pussy cheap
I had a good pussy week
I put that bitch in the street
Now she can't get a thing
I bought a whole 6 rings
And ine even on the team
Chris stole my robin jeans
Young niggas got green
Im popping pills like a fiend
Im killing shit thats my hobby
I fuck your bitch in the lobby
She love giving sloppy toppy
I kick her out no karate
Dont tweak when you walk in the party
DDB when i walk in the party
Dont say nothing to me when i walk in the party
Fat daddy when i walk in the party
.44 yeah nigga bitch get back
Ill split yo ass up like a kit kat
A lil girl smoke his ass like a cigarette
Ill put his ass in the freezer like a 6 pack
Whats cracking?
You think you tough boy you lacking
I never leave without that rachet
You run up on me ima show you whats cracking