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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Summrs
Summrs
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deante Johnson
Deante Johnson
Songwriter
Autumn!
Autumn!
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Summrs
Summrs
Mixing Engineer
Autumn!
Autumn!
Producer

Lyrics

Back to the drugs, back to the money, back to the life I don't listen to you when you high 'cause you just talkin' out of spite You'll say some certain shit just to see us fight You know my cup's purple, it's clean in the Sprite Back to the basics when I loved talkin' in the mic Now it's like I don't care about nothin' but gettin' fried You told me you and her go both ways, you bi So if you stop by, you know to bring her by You fucked up 'cause you love to look in my eyes when you lie If you don't lie that way then you feel like you ain't do it right You tell me I should go fuck with her 'cause you not my type Think you finna play with me? Bitch, I'm not that guy Think you finna lay with me? Bitch, I'm not that guy Think you finna stay with me? Bitch, you better think twice Took your friend on vacay with me, livin' her best life You gon' try to get back, but two wrongs don't make it right Drac' got kickback, I ain't tryna do no fight 41 my wrist, I swear every carat fight Back in the day, I had hoop dreams, I was tryna be like Mike Nowadays, everything I put out touch the charts I carry pain, I miss my grandma, it's comin' from the heart That shit still fuck with me, hit me every time it get dark You doin' too much, you need to play your part Every time we step out, they be knowin' who we are Back then, I wasn't motivated, it was complicated Down bad and then I found you, baby Went, bought a mic and I was dedicated Everything I was puttin' out, they tried to replicate it Black and white diamonds my neck, them hoes ain't segregated I might go big on the AMG and go decapitate it I'm back in my zone, I'm schedule two, I'm so reactivated You like a bull ride 'cause you drive me crazy You'll call me out my name and tell me I'm aggravatin' I had to go put a hunnid up, I had to confiscate it They scared, they know how I get in my zone, it's devastatin' Noddin' off way too hard, I'm too elevated You remember when I hit a hundred K, you made a cake, and then we celebrated Just to sum it all up, baby, I'm glad we made it
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