[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 n***a died off fentanyl
Silly n***a 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, n***a, 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

[Verse]
392, how I ride
I took her out the hood, I put her ass up in a high-rise
Thеm n***as never pop out with they ho bеcause 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
N***as 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, yeah
[Chorus]
Let's start off where we left off
In the 'Cat, I bet I'll catch y'all
Silly n***a died off fentanyl
Silly n***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, fuck you, n***a, 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

[Outro]
(Bitch, 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