G Perico - Ain’t My Fault (G-Style) lyrics
[G Perico - Ain’t My Fault G-Style lyrics]
Used to jump out of the Regal
Lay 'em down with the street sweeper
But now I run my own label
And puttin' on for the gangsters
The place, the town I was raised in
The dividing line to LA
Since it's a drought on real niggas
How the fuck could you hate
'Cause these niggas be snitchin'
Walkin' round wired, tryna ask you questions
These punk ass bitches be hidin' your kids
Tryna steal your blessings
It ain't my fault if I don't
Know nothin' but to be a raw ass nigga
It ain't my fault you so fake
You don't know how to deal with it
It ain't my fault if your
Motherfuckin' name is bad
But it's my fault if I ever
Get caught hangin' with your ass
I wake up, get money
Stay away from all you suckas
Me and my niggas is on
That's why the hoes wanna fuck us
We jump in Benzes and Jags and
Head out deep to my shows
And seeing blue and red rags
The Damus fuck with the loc
I'm a young OG nigga, my hood know me nigga
Jumpin' out of brand new shit
Drinkin' on OE nigga
I had thirty thousand dollars cash in
A bag in all fives
Since they sent my niggas to the feds
Wash my hands with that powder
I'm a mogul game changer, ex-con, gangbanger
Gettin' drunk as fuck and be
A dope dick slanger it's G
You can't stop us they can't stop us
We won't stop so bitch don't try
We true soldiers so Way Out don't die
We true locs so Way Out don't die, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
So bitch don't try
We true soldiers, we don't die
We true soldiers, So Way Out don't die
You can't stop me, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
Yeah, bitch you can't stop this shit
So Way Out, ho
Lay 'em down with the street sweeper
But now I run my own label
And puttin' on for the gangsters
The place, the town I was raised in
The dividing line to LA
Since it's a drought on real niggas
How the fuck could you hate
'Cause these niggas be snitchin'
Walkin' round wired, tryna ask you questions
These punk ass bitches be hidin' your kids
Tryna steal your blessings
It ain't my fault if I don't
Know nothin' but to be a raw ass nigga
It ain't my fault you so fake
You don't know how to deal with it
It ain't my fault if your
Motherfuckin' name is bad
But it's my fault if I ever
Get caught hangin' with your ass
I wake up, get money
Stay away from all you suckas
Me and my niggas is on
That's why the hoes wanna fuck us
We jump in Benzes and Jags and
Head out deep to my shows
And seeing blue and red rags
The Damus fuck with the loc
I'm a young OG nigga, my hood know me nigga
Jumpin' out of brand new shit
Drinkin' on OE nigga
I had thirty thousand dollars cash in
A bag in all fives
Since they sent my niggas to the feds
Wash my hands with that powder
I'm a mogul game changer, ex-con, gangbanger
Gettin' drunk as fuck and be
A dope dick slanger it's G
You can't stop us they can't stop us
We won't stop so bitch don't try
We true soldiers so Way Out don't die
We true locs so Way Out don't die, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
So bitch don't try
We true soldiers, we don't die
We true soldiers, So Way Out don't die
You can't stop me, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
Yeah, bitch you can't stop this shit
So Way Out, ho