Left To Blame (Explicit)

Left To Blame (Explicit) - Polo G

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett

Produced by：ProdBy3D/Ditty Broker

Damn 3 you tweakin' with this one

Ditty we 'bout to be rich baby

Uh-uh yeah-yeah uh yeah uh-uh

Yeah uh-uh yeah uh-uh oh-oh-oh

My mind lost from all them early lies

My killers took a loss again it hurt we cried

Tim-Tim was next up in them trenches so it hurt he died

Might shoot my Glock until it's finished 'til I'm thirty-five

Uh yeah some things never change

Cut off all that dead weight now we a better gang

We kept bustin' pipes just when that pressure came

When I'm down and out wonder who left to blame

How I'm 'posed to play my part when I don't know what's comin'

All that shit was on your heart but you ain't tell me nothin'

He ain't never let it spark I can tell he frontin'

With my demons in the dark tellin' hell we comin'

Come bump with us bunch of young killers really dumb niggas

Mouth shot nina tongue kiss ya tell 'em "Come get ya"

Party after party now I love liquor

Don't tell me 'bout him I'm sorry ain't no thug realer

My mind lost from all them early lies

My killers took a loss again it hurt we cried

Tim-Tim was next up in them trenches so it hurt he died

Might shoot my Glock until it's finished 'til I'm thirty-five

Uh yeah some things never change

Damn 3 you tweakin' with this one

Cut off all that dead weight now we a better gang

We kept bustin' pipes just when that pressure came

Ditty we 'bout to be rich baby

When I'm down and out wonder who left to blame

Been years since my last hit like where the fuck your ass been?

So much time been passin' I cannot be a has-been

It was die or get rich but that was in the past-tense

Make 'em eat clip quick I don't care if he fastin'

Bitch the money callin' us I'm on the phone actually

I hit the booth advance so honest what them songs gotta be

Rather leave it in the streets ain't got no known rapper beef

Let's get it on pack your heat my shorties Chrome clap for weeks

If it's up we blitz it's just a simple understandin'

We'll bounce out in Rick and leave a nigga on the canvas

Nina love to top a nigga off this bitch so manish

Wanna be with his brother switch let it off your wish is granted

My mind lost from all them early lies

My killers took a loss again it hurt we cried

Tim-Tim was next up in them trenches so it hurt he died

Might shoot my Glock until it's finished 'til I'm thirty-five

Uh yeah some things never change

Cut off all that dead weight now we a better gang

We kept bustin' pipes just when that pressure came

When I'm down and out wonder who left to blame

Damn 3 you tweakin' with this one

Ditty we 'bout to be rich baby