Tylzr - Blame Game Lyrics

Play the Blame game
I ain't tryna play the blame game, but y'all boys just be capping on your names man
I ain't tryna play the blame game, but y'all boys just be capping on your names man
All these bitches play the same games, but we can make a tape like Kim and Ray J
Imma send you to the chain gang, cause you know I've been all about my pape man
I ain't tryna play the blame game, but y'all boys just be capping on your names man
High flying off that gas, Rob Van Dam
Know I'm bout my money so they calling me the band man
Pull off in that bulletproof Mercedes sprinter van, woah
Boy was acting stupid had to leave his ass for ransom
Diamonds in the Rollie TikTok, yeah they dancing
Been tryna stack the money up and go buy me a mansion
My fit all black, I look like Marilyn Manson
In twenty years they'll tell the story about how Tylzr ran shit
Been smoking on that rancid
Blame game
Play the blame game
I ain't tryna play the blame game, but y'all boys just be capping on your names man
I ain't tryna play the blame game, but y'all boys just be capping on your names man
All these bitches play the same games, but we can make a tape like Kim and Ray J
Imma send you to the chain gang, cause you know I've been all about my pape man
I ain't tryna play the blame game, but y'all boys just be capping on your names man
Yeah, huh, uh, uh, uh, uh
This ain't what you wanted, say it ain't fair
Told my girl I'm bout to drop but she ain't even care
We gon' turn you to a spiff and leave you in the air
Rocking Cartier shades and these bitches glaring
All these pussies looking at me, got the hoes staring
First class out of state, you ain't been no where
I don't care if I'm most hated, Rudy Gobert
How we soul tied baby when my soul died
Big runts what I'm smoking, I've been so fried
Got 220 on the dash, this ain't no slow ride
I did this shit by myself, ain't need no co-sign
Pockets talking to me, Benjamin's just like Tekashi
Block gon' light you up, gon' fry you up just like hibachi
Can't f*ck with these bitches, y'all be way to wishy washy
I just had to pour the pint out, that shit had me feeling nauseous
Baby, watch me pull up in that new Mercedes
So much crack, it feel like the eighties
I ain't like how I been feeling lately
Uh, uh, uh, uh
And this is
This is the part where I look up at the stars and I see that
That I'm the brightest one out there but
You can't relate
This ain't what you wanted, say it ain't fair
Told my girl I'm bout to drop but she ain't even care
We gon' turn you to a spiff and leave you in the air
Rocking Cartier shades and these bitches glaring
All these pussies looking at me, got the hoes staring
First class out of state, you ain't been no where
I don't care if I'm most hated, Rudy Gobert
Blame game
Play the blame game
I ain't tryna play the blame game, but y'all boys just be capping on your names man