Lyrics Idontknowifthisismyfault - DF Car$on

Yeah! Tell me something if you ain't feel (Ain't feel)
Got fans, enough to fill up the whole field (Whole field)
I remember the days, we eating old meals (Yeah)
Break in, lil homie we never did steal
Never still, we gon get it legitly (Yeah) (Huh)
Told my momma i'ma make it like im Kai Cenat
Back to back, I can't wait till I get to that point
I'm making all these racks (Yeah)
I be tryna take my time with it (What) (Yeah)
But they got a chop in a "5" with it (Yeah) (Huh what)
Flex that gun on the net, but you do nothing (What huh)
They gon pull up on you, make you cry with it (UGH)
Stop lying so much, get yo check up (Get up!)
They don't shoot for your legs, they shoot neck up (Huh what)
Show no mercy, they make yo mom hiccup (Yeah)
Oh? He slouch and this glock make him sit up (What)
Red coupe we gon pull up like Cruella Deville (Yeah)
Black white don't care, got yo dogs in they feels (Yeah, uh)
At the door, we not knocking, we just coming right in (Yeah)
Gimme a drink, everybody really knowing the drill
Ironic, gotta girl and she look like Emma Stone (She does)
She rock out with her dress and it red at the bone (Yeah)
Red gloves, so you know that we locked in (Huh)
Just dropped in with my brothers
So you know we gon chop jits
NGL, when I walk in i'm the whistle of death (I am)
Oh I be hidden in the "Ugh", I be hidden in the crowd
Please don't look to your left (Please don't)
Got his hairs really standing up on top of his neck (Yeah)
Double chops in my hand better run for your life (Do it)
Type dude, set on fire, leave the whole place red
F that I'm like "Musk" (Elon Musk)
But I don't like to flex (I don't), black tie, black suit
And it come with a check (It does)
I be grinding everyday, for a moment of rest
But I cannot rest, everybody wanna bang on my chest
If I talk up on your family thats a low blow (Yuh)
Your girl hella hairy, Chewbacca feel like Solo (Huh) (Han Solo)
NGL, I was all up in the forest going loco
Shout out to the homie Cory Kenshin
Yeah we RIP to Momo (WHAT!)
I be tryna take my time with it
But they got a chop in a "5" with it, huh
Flex that gun on the net, but you do nothing
They gon pull up on you, make you cry with it
Stop lying so much get yo check up
They don't shoot for your legs, they shoot neck up
Show no mercy, they make yo mom hiccup
Oh? He slouch and this glock make him sit up
Red coupe we gon pull up like Cruella Deville
Black white don't care, got yo dogs in they feels
At the door, we not knocking, we just coming right in
Gimme a drink, everybody really knowing the drill