Gucci Mane - Blama On Ya lyrics

[Hook x2:] I dare a p**y n***a put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie [Verse 1 - Gucci Mane:] Running from the bounty homie Your honor I think ya outta order I know what you did last summer f** your baby mother Gucci Mane's a native baby and he took 180 from you Mixed Haitian at the station smoking Like some damn Jamaican Only thang that I regret is ion got my pistol on me Swisher slice without a license ion give a f** about it You a snitch to tell me now I'm gone get the f** around [?] system now you probably hit me another counter Whitey call it multi parking I don't see no f**ing mountain Truck dusted and disgusted walk around aggressive mouth I met the plug and ran it up don't know if I have the hundred thousand I made sold a million records but I got a million dollars [Hook x2:] I dare a p**y n***a put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie [Verse 2 - Young Dolph:] I got a thousand grams on my motherf**in arm Made a half ticket of off twenty dollar fund Sitting in the middle of my neighborhood chilling With two white b**hes blowing weed out the ceiling Made a fifty thousand profits bought half on guns Turn my neighborhood to Cali can't stay where I'm from My n***as gang banging robbing all that Even my nephew got his teacher calling Say he don't wear sh** to school but all black I dare a p**y n***a to speak my motherf**ing name then Send my boys through there with them choppas it make it rain All these diamonds on me I'm just coolin' All these sick haters gone make me call your b**h up and Go make a movie [Hook x2:] I dare a p**y n***a put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie [Verse 3 - YFN Lucci:] You know me I got that strap and I'll blama some You know me I get it gone I get my hands on No hands on all these s**ers they won't live long Ain't nowhere to moan everythang I own I up a couple hundreds strong plus I just got on I just f**ed a n***a b**h I f**ed it up and turn her on I just hopped out of new whip when I talk to her it turn on I couldn't wait for no n***a I had get it on my own damn yeah I just bought a new house and put them bricks in I walked in smelling like who f**ing rich mane In the kitchen whipping f**ing on my wrist again And I'm motherf**ing blam put your hands on it [Hook x2:] I dare a p**y n***a put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie