LP Rambo - It’s Your Fault lyrics

[Hook] My blunt longer than Betty White lifespan Keep that Glock on me it’s my life man n***a saying RIP to his fallen right hand When his a** was woofing he was just being a hypeman It’s your fault, had to bring it to a hault aye Money walk, how much moneys in your vault aye Can’t even talk, diamonds all over my jaw aye My sh** off the wall got 3 on me Chris Paul [Verse One] Wake up, spark it in the morning start it high as f** You know I am big on weapons I ain’t gotta lie to ya Ride for us, okay but when feds come you best quiet up If you fail to quiet up I will not fail to light ya up Cheez-It n***as square as f**, woofing for no reason I got different condoms on me seems it’s hood hoe season Since 11 had enough reason to go demon I can’t even smile man, I don’t do no cheesing If you need it get away cause I don’t do no feenin yea If you need me call my phone I don’t do no reading yea The chicago crown? Okay, tell them n***as keep it, yea Blow it off they head, Okay, I don’t think you need it yea n***as cap more than a truckdriver outfit Mama asked me where do I see myself without this Simple answer, it’s no other way out this I’m the best like hands down and goofy n***as pouting [Hook] My blunt longer than Betty White lifespan Keep that Glock on me it’s my life man n***a saying RIP to his fallen right hand When his a** was woofing he was just being a hypeman It’s your fault, had to bring it to a hault aye Money walk, how much moneys in your vault aye Can’t even talk, diamonds all over my jaw aye My sh** off the wall got 3 on me Chris Paul [Verse Two] You been lying ever since you could breathe n***a I’m allergic to the capping made me sneeze n***a We not feminist we been saying we don’t need n***as Had to send her down alone she can’t keep a n***a She’s a thot, uh huh, seen my spot Now she tryna come around, bloodclaut, uh huh I think not, uh huh, you a fraud First he wanted beef but now he down to stop, uh huh [Hook] My blunt longer than Betty White lifespan Keep that Glock on me it’s my life man n***a saying RIP to his fallen right hand When his a** was woofing he was just being a hypeman It’s your fault, had to bring it to a hault aye Money walk, how much moneys in your vault aye Can’t even talk, diamonds all over my jaw aye My sh** off the wall got 3 on me Chris Paul