Know some niggas that'll change on they dog
Be them pussy-niggas 'round even though they know you don't want them around
Take care of your kid 'cause I might kidnap your boy
I be outside at dark, strapped up, blickies and rods
If I lost it all to the streets, they'd put the blame on me
Baby, would you change on me?
I don't trust nothin', walk 'round with the gang on me
Know I keep a thing on me
Walk up in the mall, twenty thou', I tell the gang, "It's free"
You know everything on me
I can teach you how to trap, I can teach you how to shoot a gun
Teach you how to rap, I can teach you how to shoot a one
I can teach you how to lay up in that cut with that cutter, nigga
Sit up in that bitch for a minute, get to bustin' at 'em
I don't need no help, nigga, move, how you gon' bust it with me?
Let off my whole forty, better run if you ain't got no blicky
Double tape my clip, reload my gun in case this shit get sticky
Told that bitch, "You get that Glock up in your name, we Bobby and Whitney"
Told my K, "You shoot that bitch, don't never stop until it's empty"
I hope all these Percocets that's in us come and f*ckin' kill me
Love ain't gon' f*ckin' heal me
Drugs, that what keep me feeling
Your pain tough, love wasn't enough
I gave you the clothes off of my back 'cause you my brother
Post up with this Drac', bro got two straps, so you can't touch us
Should've told you that the game wasn't cheap
Told you that the game wasn't cheap (mmm)
Tell 'em how you put the blame on me
Everybody change on me
Know some niggas that'll change on they dog
Be them pussy-niggas 'round even though they know you don't want them around
Take care of your kid 'cause I might kidnap your boy
I be outside at dark, strapped up, blickies and rods
If I lost it all to the streets, they'd put the blame on me
Baby, would you change on me?
I don't trust nothin', walk 'round with the gang on me
Know I keep a thing on me
Walk up in the mall, twenty thou', I tell the gang, "It's free"
You know everything on me
I can teach you how to trap, I can teach you how to shoot a gun
Teach you how to rap, I can teach you how to shoot a one
I can teach you how to lay up in that cut with that cutter, nigga
Sit up in that bitch for a minute, get to bustin' at 'em
I don't need no help, nigga, move, how you gon' bust it with me?
Let off my whole forty, better run if you ain't got no blicky
If I lost it all to the streets, they'd put the blame on me
Baby, would you change on me?
I don't trust nothin', walk 'round with the gang on me
Know I keep a thing on me
Walk up in the mall, twenty thou', I tell the gang, "It's free"
You know everything on me
If I lost it all to the streets, they'd put the blame on me
Baby, would you change on me?
Lil Kee - Blame on Me Lyrics
Lil Kee - Blame on Me Lyrics
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Know some niggas that'll change on they dog
Be them pussy-niggas 'round even though they know you don't want them around
Take care of your kid 'cause I might kidnap your boy
I be outside at dark, strapped up, blickies and rods
If I lost it all to the streets, they'd put the blame on me
Baby, would you change on me?
I don't trust nothin', walk 'round with the gang on me
Know I keep a thing on me
Walk up in the mall, twenty thou', I tell the gang, "It's free"
You know everything on me
I can teach you how to trap, I can teach you how to shoot a gun
Teach you how to rap, I can teach you how to shoot a one
I can teach you how to lay up in that cut with that cutter, nigga
Sit up in that bitch for a minute, get to bustin' at 'em
I don't need no help, nigga, move, how you gon' bust it with me?
Let off my whole forty, better run if you ain't got no blicky
Double tape my clip, reload my gun in case this shit get sticky
Told that bitch, "You get that Glock up in your name, we Bobby and Whitney"
Told my K, "You shoot that bitch, don't never stop until it's empty"
I hope all these Percocets that's in us come and f*ckin' kill me
Love ain't gon' f*ckin' heal me
Drugs, that what keep me feeling
Your pain tough, love wasn't enough
I gave you the clothes off of my back 'cause you my brother
Post up with this Drac', bro got two straps, so you can't touch us
Should've told you that the game wasn't cheap
Told you that the game wasn't cheap (mmm)
Tell 'em how you put the blame on me
Everybody change on me
Know some niggas that'll change on they dog
Be them pussy-niggas 'round even though they know you don't want them around
Take care of your kid 'cause I might kidnap your boy
I be outside at dark, strapped up, blickies and rods
If I lost it all to the streets, they'd put the blame on me
Baby, would you change on me?
I don't trust nothin', walk 'round with the gang on me
Know I keep a thing on me
Walk up in the mall, twenty thou', I tell the gang, "It's free"
You know everything on me
I can teach you how to trap, I can teach you how to shoot a gun
Teach you how to rap, I can teach you how to shoot a one
I can teach you how to lay up in that cut with that cutter, nigga
Sit up in that bitch for a minute, get to bustin' at 'em
I don't need no help, nigga, move, how you gon' bust it with me?
Let off my whole forty, better run if you ain't got no blicky
If I lost it all to the streets, they'd put the blame on me
Baby, would you change on me?
I don't trust nothin', walk 'round with the gang on me
Know I keep a thing on me
Walk up in the mall, twenty thou', I tell the gang, "It's free"
You know everything on me
If I lost it all to the streets, they'd put the blame on me
Baby, would you change on me?
Be them pussy-niggas 'round even though they know you don't want them around
Take care of your kid 'cause I might kidnap your boy
I be outside at dark, strapped up, blickies and rods
If I lost it all to the streets, they'd put the blame on me
Baby, would you change on me?
I don't trust nothin', walk 'round with the gang on me
Know I keep a thing on me
Walk up in the mall, twenty thou', I tell the gang, "It's free"
You know everything on me
I can teach you how to trap, I can teach you how to shoot a gun
Teach you how to rap, I can teach you how to shoot a one
I can teach you how to lay up in that cut with that cutter, nigga
Sit up in that bitch for a minute, get to bustin' at 'em
I don't need no help, nigga, move, how you gon' bust it with me?
Let off my whole forty, better run if you ain't got no blicky
Double tape my clip, reload my gun in case this shit get sticky
Told that bitch, "You get that Glock up in your name, we Bobby and Whitney"
Told my K, "You shoot that bitch, don't never stop until it's empty"
I hope all these Percocets that's in us come and f*ckin' kill me
Love ain't gon' f*ckin' heal me
Drugs, that what keep me feeling
Your pain tough, love wasn't enough
I gave you the clothes off of my back 'cause you my brother
Post up with this Drac', bro got two straps, so you can't touch us
Should've told you that the game wasn't cheap
Told you that the game wasn't cheap (mmm)
Tell 'em how you put the blame on me
Everybody change on me
Know some niggas that'll change on they dog
Be them pussy-niggas 'round even though they know you don't want them around
Take care of your kid 'cause I might kidnap your boy
I be outside at dark, strapped up, blickies and rods
If I lost it all to the streets, they'd put the blame on me
Baby, would you change on me?
I don't trust nothin', walk 'round with the gang on me
Know I keep a thing on me
Walk up in the mall, twenty thou', I tell the gang, "It's free"
You know everything on me
I can teach you how to trap, I can teach you how to shoot a gun
Teach you how to rap, I can teach you how to shoot a one
I can teach you how to lay up in that cut with that cutter, nigga
Sit up in that bitch for a minute, get to bustin' at 'em
I don't need no help, nigga, move, how you gon' bust it with me?
Let off my whole forty, better run if you ain't got no blicky
If I lost it all to the streets, they'd put the blame on me
Baby, would you change on me?
I don't trust nothin', walk 'round with the gang on me
Know I keep a thing on me
Walk up in the mall, twenty thou', I tell the gang, "It's free"
You know everything on me
If I lost it all to the streets, they'd put the blame on me
Baby, would you change on me?
Writer: Keaonte Miles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC