Summrs - Where We Left Off / Real Me lyrics

[Part I: Where We Left Off] [Intro] (What do you desire?) [Chorus] Let's start off where we left off In the 'Cat, I bet I'll catch y'all Silly ni**a died off fentanyl Silly ni**a get picked off (b*tch, 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, fu*k you, ni**a, that lean fu*kin' up my liver She don't like the way I live, I'm a heavy sipper When you su*k, I gotta feel your lips, I ain't talkin' 'bout kissin' ya [Verse] 392, how I ride I took her out the hood, I put her ass up in a high-rise Thеm ni**as never pop out with they ho bеcause we outside, yeah She ain't su*kin'? 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 b*tch, I'm really him, I'm not your guy b*tch, I'm really him, I can't be your guy Yeah, in this sh*t, 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 fu*kin' sky ni**as ain't got no bank, but wanna talk some more sh*t up in the Live I'm lil' Rino, b*tch, I like to count a lot His lil' b*tch, 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 sh*t get I been tryna' fu*k this one b*tch, scratch her off the list [Chorus] Let's start off where we left off In the 'Cat, I bet I'll catch y'all Silly ni**a died off fentanyl Silly ni**a 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, fu*k you, ni**a, that lean fu*kin' up my liver She don't like the way I live, I'm a heavy sipper When you su*k, I gotta feel your lips, I ain't talkin' 'bout kissin' ya [Outro] (b*tch, haha) How I ride, ride We outside, oh, ah [Part II: Real Me] [Intro] Yeah Oh, oh, oh [Verse] 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 wife, 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