At Fault ft. Anagi Lyrics

Oh-oh-oh-oh!

Cook that sauce, J! (Yeah!)

Bitch!

Uh, let's go! (Big Zo!)

Bando Boy 2, fuck is they talkin' 'bout?

Yeah!

Said I'm bout to tweak (I'm bout to tweak, bout to tweak, bout to tweak), said I'm bout to tweak (bout to tweak, bout to)

Said I'm bout to tweak, bitch! (I'm bout to tweak, bout to tweak, bout to)

Let's go (Let's go! Let's go!)

Don't know what they told you but I run shit, yeah, I'm feelin' like Usain but I ain't runnin'

Don't run your mouth when I'm talkin'

This F&N shut you up

And if anyone got a problem with gang, sure that we can solve it

I'm thinkin' outside the box, you stuck up in it

I know how to get you in and out like you gang-affiliated

Pull up in that Bentley just to stunt, see, that's my demonstration

You can take my advice if you want but you can't imitate me

I don't see why you would play me

I knew that the stakes was high when you capped to the bouls who paid me

I did nothing to you, it's crazy

Where's the loyalty? Put 5gs in the blunt and I might face it

My mind racin', don't need saving

We was locked in, now shit changin'

Put that on my soul, you fakin'

We was listenin' to Baby, blast it out the car

Smoke a pound of weed, I'm faded, now we onto Mars

Don't know how to feel my pain, just turn it into bars

Won't go down no road again where I'm at fault (Too many-too many-)

Too many times you did me fuckin' wrong

And I know you was strugglin' with pain but that's just not my fault

Sit back and watch you fall

Cause you ain't let me help you plenty times when you just brushed me off

Don't tell too many people everything cause it's a pricey cost (Pricey cost)

Yeah, seperate myself from everybody in the room

I don't give a fuck about a bitch or what she do

I used to care about my dawgs

They ain't do me right

They tried to do me wrong

Think I ain't know

That's something you would try

And I heard about your song

Ain't listen long, you doin' a mixtape, right

I could drop the next few weeks and everything could be official

Like, nigga, listen to you

Don't forget your skills, they came from me

And everything I did

Was out of love for you and you played me

Man, that shit was weak

I bet my fuckin' knuckles touch your teeth

When they try and sit with me

But they can't sit with me

You niggas sick to me (Me!)

We was listenin' to Baby, blasted out the car

Smoke a pound of weed, I'm faded, now we onto Mars

Don't know how to feel my pain, just turnin' into bars

Won't go down no road again where I'm at fault

I'm at fault

I'm at fault

No, I can't be, no

No, no, no, I can't be, no

No, I can't be, no