Blame It

[Verse: Hodgy]

Nigga I'm contagious

Ain't nobody cure us

One squirrel out of many gathering more nuts

Groupie fillies getting run over by the tour bus

Double salad sticky icky like sore up

Me and my drink

Homie what's in your cup?

A-a-a-a-a-alcohol

A couple sacks, extra fat I bag them all

Swisher packs for the sacks I packed them off

We fly nigga we don't relax at all

I'm on my genuine: So anxious

Cruising round, drunk, like she know we're the takers

I can see through the make-up if she trying to fake us

Bring me to the bank but I never go bankrupt

Got my change up though I'll never change up

I go after my money like a fucking predator

I wake up to the sound of my lovely cash register

[Chorus: Hodgy]

Every time I see one of them chicken heads, I be like

get off me

(Get off me, get off me)

Every time I see them girls in the red, I be like get

off me

(Get off me. get off me)

Every time I see them chicken heads, I like, man, get

off me

(Get off me!)

'Cause you're killing me hard

You're not killing me softly