Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel – Ain’t My Fault (ft. 42 Dugg) (Audio, Lyrics)

Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel collaborate on the new Ratchet Ron-produced “Ain’t My Fault” song with 42 Dugg. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel Ain’t My Fault

It’s officially been over a year since Rowdy Rebel was released from prison. No project has been released from his end or Bobby Shmurda but Rowdy Rebel has been ramping up his efforts as a guest feature. He’s connected with Young Thug, Pop Smoke, and Pressa in recent times. Now, he’s extending his talents to Doe Boy for their new collaborative single alongside 42 Dugg titled, “Ain’t My Fault.” Ratchet Ron cooks up the bouncy production while Doe Boy and Rowdy Rebel’s eccentric flowsfind a middle ground with one another. Meanwhile, 42 Dugg slides through on the end of the track, bringing his Detroit stylings to the fold.

Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel – Ain’t My Fault (ft. 42 Dugg) (prod. Ratchet Ron)

Lyrics

[Intro: Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel]
RBO GS9 (Ayy)
Everybody, what the fuck is up? (Ayy, ayy, ah-ah-ah)
I was just tokin’ on that dead ass nigga (Ah-ah-ah, huh?)
Get high, man, tokin’ on that dead ass nigga, that’s (Ah, ah, ah, get shmurda’d)
Sniper gang (Ah-ah-ah, huh? Get shmurda’d)

[Chorus: Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel]
Heard your big homie a pussy (It ain’t my fault)
Your baby momma gave me pussy (It ain’t my fault)
My niggas vets, you niggas rookies (It ain’t my fault)
Lil Jon gave [?] with a fully (It ain’t my fault)
It ain’t my fault, try me, he get shmurda’d
It ain’t my fault, toss a body to the shmurdas
It ain’t my fault, my young niggas play with burners
It ain’t my fault (Really), it ain’t my fault

[Verse 1: Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel]
That the opp got caught
Fuck the drive-by, gang hop out, war
Ridin’ with the chop’, I stay with it like a aux’
Ain’t my fault, your bitch in love with the lean
Fresh out the box, that bitch clean
Doe Beezy that nigga, e’rry bad bitch dream
Fuck that ho, my sneaky link a AR-15 (That’s the only thing I’m lean)
Nigga ran up on it, he got shmurda’d like he Bob
Fetti with me, don’t try me unless you smokin’ Bobby (Baow, baow, baow)
They scream, “Ah, ah, ah,” he get bodied (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Do a drill with mops and then hop on the track with Rowdy (Huh? Oh, really)

[Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel]
Wish I wouldn’t’ve hit ’em, wasn’t my fault (It wasn’t my fault, boom)
All my niggas, they want hunnid, they can’t be bought (All my niggas, they want hunnid)
Fifty chop’ on the porch, then put it in sport (Skrrt, skrrt)
This Gat’ got two new bodies, I can’t get caught (Woo, bah, bah-bah)
Just shitted on these niggas, did I do that? (Did I do that?)
I just shitted on these bitches, did they look back? (Did they look back?)
Gotta watch out for these niggas, I gotta move tac’ (I gotta move super tac’)
I just brought my niggas two bitches, two .50s with MACs (And that shit no cap)
Tell that nigga that’s movin’ too crazy to chill, tell that nigga, “Relax” (Huh?)
The bitch that just walked by with Chanel on her foot, tell her, “Come sit on my lap” (Come on)
Tell my sister, “Rich girl, where your sis? I think you met your match” (Ayy, ayy)
AR both got APs on (Ayy, ayy)
(What? Bet you can’t bust it like that)

[Chorus: Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel]
It ain’t my fault, try me, he get shmurda’d
It ain’t my fault, toss a body to the shmurdas
It ain’t my fault, my young niggas play with burners
It ain’t my fault (Really), it ain’t my fault
Heard your big homie a pussy (It ain’t my fault)
Your baby momma gave me pussy (It ain’t my fault)
My niggas vets, you niggas rookies (It ain’t my fault)

[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
I paid thirty-six for cookie and ninety for the roll
If he get robbed when he leave, it ain’t my fault
I been killin’ since fifteen, [?]
McLaren, my bitch tomorrow, like sharin’ no bitch at all
My hands dusty from dawg, my Amiris work through the soft
My bag ain’t got a hole, I been in this bitch for years
I just took back the Bentley, I might take back the Urus
On five thousand with tool, I threw away the compressor
But still yellin’, “Free Woo,” my side bitches too messy
They all want me to cuff ’em, been with me since I had nothin’
The only reason I love ’em, I’m quick to tell a bitch, “Fuck her”
Got blood still on my knuckles, we had noodles for supper
Now my meals thirty-five
I don’t care how hot it is, bitch, I’ll burn the fire

[Chorus: Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel]
It ain’t my fault, try me, he get shmurda’d
It ain’t my fault, toss a body to the shmurdas
It ain’t my fault, my young niggas play with burners
It ain’t my fault (Really), it ain’t my fault
Heard your big homie a pussy (It ain’t my fault)
Your baby momma gave me pussy (It ain’t my fault)
My niggas vets, you niggas rookies (It ain’t my fault)