Shame on You (Intro) - Bass Santana

Text me on the trap

Imma hit you back

I just ran a lap

I get off the pack

We shoot back he dissing

Gun hot like 3 sixes

He to busy missing leave his shirt red like my mistress (whoa)

I just do my job

I dont want no problems

Hustle or you starve

Hustle you go far

Suck my dick no kissing

Say goodbye won’t miss ya

Could say fuck my enemies but i just fuck they sisters

I dont miss a beat

Cross my fucking T’s

Pray before i sleep

Third eye on my demons

Get it back, never lacked up, ill be racked up thats facts thats g

Get the cash up, get em mad, show em mad love they gon still hate lowkey (bui)

(hook)

Shame on you nigga

Shame on you nigga

Shame on you nigga

Shame on you nigga

How the fuck you let me run game on you nigga

How the fuck you thought that i was playing with you nigga

Shame on you nigga

Shame on you nigga

Shame on you nigga

Shame on you nigga

How the fuck you let me run game on you nigga

If i never knew you how i changed on you nigga?

I dont need your damn love, i just came up

I been taking risk had to change my game up

Brain matter scatter i can make you famous

You ain’t use to battle you ain’t been in danger

Why you always cappin like you bad son?

You a fucking lick you look mad dumb

Its too many hoes i had to grab one

I finessed your mcm for damn fun

Fuck that nigga

(hook)

Shame on you nigga

Shame on you nigga

Shame on you nigga

Shame on you nigga

How the fuck you let me run game on you nigga

How the fuck you thought that i was playing with you nigga

Shame on you nigga

Shame on you nigga

Shame on you nigga

Shame on you nigga

How the fuck you let me run game on you nigga

If i never knew you how i changed on you nigga?