
Not dem Summrs
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[Intro]
I'm working on dying, BYNX
[Verse 1]
Last year I touched my first M
Last year I touched my first M
I ain't goin' back, no I ain't goin' back to that broke shit, I am not dem
We can go to war, spray at them
Tennis chains in the [?]
Tennis chains in the [?]
[?]
Bussdowns in the [?]
Patek Philippe [?]
Maybach ridin' around
[Verse 2]
Benji' Franklins, Benji' Franklin
Countin' Franklins, countin' Franklin
Thirty pointer diamonds in my necklace
This how it turned out cause I prayed for this
I prayed for this
I prayed for this
I prayed for this
You gon' pay for this
Too many [?] now she droppin' her drawls
They want me to fall, they see all my flaws
My diamonds they lit, they hit through the fog
I ride with them sticks, can't get stopped by the law
She hopped in the whip and I left her in awe
Think that you know me, don't know me at all
Sippin' the dope, I'm sippin' my flaws
I'm trying to heal, sorry for real
My whole life revolve 'round pills
Fightin' they mans, then she say kill
I'm feelin' Gucci, do you know how that feel?
[?] fit, you know how it feel
Some of my dawgs died up in the field
Talk to me nice, [?]
Don't let this lil shit get up in your head
Booted on drugs, in my feelings, I'm dead
I'm working on dying, BYNX
[Verse 1]
Last year I touched my first M
Last year I touched my first M
I ain't goin' back, no I ain't goin' back to that broke shit, I am not dem
We can go to war, spray at them
Tennis chains in the [?]
Tennis chains in the [?]
[?]
Bussdowns in the [?]
Patek Philippe [?]
Maybach ridin' around
[Verse 2]
Benji' Franklins, Benji' Franklin
Countin' Franklins, countin' Franklin
Thirty pointer diamonds in my necklace
This how it turned out cause I prayed for this
I prayed for this
I prayed for this
I prayed for this
You gon' pay for this
Too many [?] now she droppin' her drawls
They want me to fall, they see all my flaws
My diamonds they lit, they hit through the fog
I ride with them sticks, can't get stopped by the law
She hopped in the whip and I left her in awe
Think that you know me, don't know me at all
Sippin' the dope, I'm sippin' my flaws
I'm trying to heal, sorry for real
My whole life revolve 'round pills
Fightin' they mans, then she say kill
I'm feelin' Gucci, do you know how that feel?
[?] fit, you know how it feel
Some of my dawgs died up in the field
Talk to me nice, [?]
Don't let this lil shit get up in your head
Booted on drugs, in my feelings, I'm dead
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