Versatility - Not My Fault (feat. Wuu4k) Lyrics

Wooski, I think we got one
What is the reason I'm all by myself
Maybe I gotta earn this love for you deep with the cards you got me
I'm in love with your beauty

In love with your beauty
What a dream
Versatility

Call me deranged not my fault I'm tryna love on you
Got bougie ass dick gotta pay me just to f*ck on you
Touch on you
She said "Versatility" I'm stuck on you
Face down wanna see wassup with you

I'm getting older tryna sell shit just to get a load
But my Unc told me "don't sell everything you own"
Gotta have sum to show
That you winning
Inna shadows but yet I glisten thru the 5 percent tint and
And how are you a Christian but everyday you sinning?
Grinning bout killing but go to church to clear yo image
I'm an arsonist, love watching gaslighters burn
Love when odds stacked against me,
Cause know tables turn
Respect is never deserved, yeah it's earned
Fight fire with fire yet complain when your burned

Respect is never deserved, yeah it's earned
Fight fire with fire but complain when your burned
It's earned

Aye complain when your burned
Had to let you go from some shit I learned
I'm just tryna understand your mental
I'm in Daygo just riding round in the sprinter

Call me deranged not my fault I'm tryna love on you
Got bougie ass dick gotta pay me just to f*ck on you
Touch on you
She said "Versatility" I'm stuck on you
Face down wanna see wassup with you

Let me see what's up with you
And we hopping up in coupes
And we tryna get the green
No, we tryna get the loot

It was a man down, so I stand tall and salute
And you know I'm from the town, so I'm loyal to my roots
You not in that field, you not Babe Ruth
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I see the Jakes, we on the loose
We gon' put them on a chase
I'm off the goose
Cups of rosé, I must be in Marvin's room
My uncle told me fore he passed
"Nigga, get that money"

My uncle told me
Boy, you know you finna trip all summer
Boy, you know you finna pop out in Bentleys and Hummers
Boy, you know you gotta get it in
Get the numbers
Get the numbers
Get the numbers, boy
Stack it up

One clip, two clips
We gon' f*ck them up
All my niggas really trippin'
We tryna get them bucks

Nigga, on the road, gotta keep it tucked
Why you only talk on me off the Hennessy?
Shit, I don't understand what you see in me
I'm tryna make believe

Girl, you my everything
Broke me to pieces, deranged
And I'm in my thoughts
I'm not thinking that straight, Im like, what it cost?
Hey, we might give him moss
But on the field, if I throw that toss, yeah
Wuu4k