"Where We Left Off / Real Me" lyrics
[Where We Left Off]
(What do you desire?)
Let's start off where we left off
In the 'Cat, I bet I'll catch y'all
Silly nigga died off fentanyl
Silly nigga get picked off (Bitch, haha)
In the Lamb', she tryna get picked up
Bullets got wings, his ass'll get picked up
Up in school, I used to get written up
She drop that ass and then she'll pick it up
Got a FN, it ain't no gettin' us
Ha, yeah, fuck you, nigga, that lean fuckin' up my liver
She don't like the way I live, I'm a heavy sipper
When you suck, I gotta feel your lips, I ain't talkin' 'bout kissin' ya
392, how I ride
I took her out the hood, I put her ass up in a high-rise
Them niggas never pop out with they ho because we outside, yeah
She ain't suckin'? Tell her, "Bye, bye," yeah
I'm ridin' in the stolo with a lil' hot-rod
I'm countin' my chicken, I'm countin' my chicken like Popeye
Bitch, I'm really him, I'm not your guy
Bitch, I'm really him, I can't be your guy
Yeah, in this shit, they treat me like God
She stalkin' me all up on IG, she love to fantasize
I got her off the Oxycontin, tryna get her panties to drop, yeah
AMG, ridin' off the lot
Drank got me floatin', yeah, I'm higher than the fuckin' sky
Niggas ain't got no bank, but wanna talk some more shit up in the Live
I'm lil' Rino, bitch, I like to count a lot
His lil' bitch, she like to lie a lot
Stones on my neck and my wrist
Been lost myself in the Tris
Y'all don't really know how real or deep this shit get
I been tryna' fuck this one bitch, scratch her off the list
Let's start off where we left off
In the 'Cat, I bet I'll catch y'all
Silly nigga died off fentanyl
Silly nigga get picked off
In the Lamb', she tryna get picked up
Bullets got wings, his ass'll get picked up
Up in school, I used to get written up
She drop that ass and then she'll pick it up
Got a FN, it ain't no gettin' us
Ha, yeah, fuck you, nigga, that lean fuckin' up my liver
She don't like the way I live, I'm a heavy sipper
When you suck, I gotta feel your lips, I ain't talkin' 'bout kissin' ya
(Bitch, haha)
How I ride, ride
We outside, oh, ah
[Real Me]
Yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Can you hold me down like this drank can?
Hit my line as soon as the plane land
Don't get left, I thought you was my right man
The sun go down
The real me out
The pill me out
It feel like you could feel me now
That's the real me
I know that you hate it
You cannot stand it
Glad that you waited
(What do you desire?)
Let's start off where we left off
In the 'Cat, I bet I'll catch y'all
Silly nigga died off fentanyl
Silly nigga get picked off (Bitch, haha)
In the Lamb', she tryna get picked up
Bullets got wings, his ass'll get picked up
Up in school, I used to get written up
She drop that ass and then she'll pick it up
Got a FN, it ain't no gettin' us
Ha, yeah, fuck you, nigga, that lean fuckin' up my liver
She don't like the way I live, I'm a heavy sipper
When you suck, I gotta feel your lips, I ain't talkin' 'bout kissin' ya
392, how I ride
I took her out the hood, I put her ass up in a high-rise
Them niggas never pop out with they ho because we outside, yeah
She ain't suckin'? Tell her, "Bye, bye," yeah
I'm ridin' in the stolo with a lil' hot-rod
I'm countin' my chicken, I'm countin' my chicken like Popeye
Bitch, I'm really him, I'm not your guy
Bitch, I'm really him, I can't be your guy
Yeah, in this shit, they treat me like God
She stalkin' me all up on IG, she love to fantasize
I got her off the Oxycontin, tryna get her panties to drop, yeah
AMG, ridin' off the lot
Drank got me floatin', yeah, I'm higher than the fuckin' sky
Niggas ain't got no bank, but wanna talk some more shit up in the Live
I'm lil' Rino, bitch, I like to count a lot
His lil' bitch, she like to lie a lot
Stones on my neck and my wrist
Been lost myself in the Tris
Y'all don't really know how real or deep this shit get
I been tryna' fuck this one bitch, scratch her off the list
Let's start off where we left off
In the 'Cat, I bet I'll catch y'all
Silly nigga died off fentanyl
Silly nigga get picked off
In the Lamb', she tryna get picked up
Bullets got wings, his ass'll get picked up
Up in school, I used to get written up
She drop that ass and then she'll pick it up
Got a FN, it ain't no gettin' us
Ha, yeah, fuck you, nigga, that lean fuckin' up my liver
She don't like the way I live, I'm a heavy sipper
When you suck, I gotta feel your lips, I ain't talkin' 'bout kissin' ya
(Bitch, haha)
How I ride, ride
We outside, oh, ah
[Real Me]
Yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Can you hold me down like this drank can?
Hit my line as soon as the plane land
Don't get left, I thought you was my right man
The sun go down
The real me out
The pill me out
It feel like you could feel me now
That's the real me
I know that you hate it
You cannot stand it
Glad that you waited
