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Braces

by Byemilo

on Summer Thunder (2018)

[Part 1]
Yeah! Check! Check!

[Verse 1]
Motherfuckers all want money (money!)
Gold chains all on me (bling!)
Roses dead it's too sunny (Blap blap!)
Block got hot call for me (Brrrrt!)

After party for the night (night!)
Party favors back to life
Baby boy blues
Play them night show tunes, uh

Recap, recap, this that new crack
Net my new trap, swag get snap-backed
Tell boys fall back, might get pitch-blacked
Flat-line, Kodak, take pic, throwback

Check my chinos, they got c-notes
From my ninos, drip like 3 boats
New chain so gross, and i got dos
Used to bum smokes, Now I

[Chorus]
Stay down, Stay down
Stay down, Stay down
If I die tonight, would I be your favorite rapper?
If I die tonight, would I be your, be your, be your, be your

You got braces, and you talk shit
Brand new faces, make me nauseous
Take a day trip, let's get lost bitch
We got money now, for this fuck shit

[Verse 2]
House with a fence if you white like the paint
Burbs summer burn from a beach in L.A
Hollywood hills make a movie in a day
Hollywood hills get a million a day

We want O.D. off the fame
You ain't no reason for me to want to change
All of y'all seasonal names
I pay for the spring but you gone when it's May

When I get rich Imma pay for my friends
Buy me a coupe we can skrt in the ends
Cop me a spaceship, we roll with the tints
Diamonds is dancing, ballet on my wrist

Red palette my flavor, my makeup this shit
Imma be famous can't make up this shit
Born to be blonde, need new hair like a bitch
I'm more Rihanna than 'Pac, baby sis
Ain't gon' stop 'til my kids can get rich

[Chorus]
Stay down, Stay down
Stay down, Stay down
If I die tonight, would I be your favorite rapper?
If I die tonight, would I be your, be your, be your, be your

You got braces, and you talk shit
Brand new faces, make me nauseous
Take a day trip, let's get lost bitch
We got money now, for this fuck shit

(Stay down)

[Part 2]
Look
Motherfuckers wanna cry
Tell me whats good up on your side
You ain't been around
Why you always wanna, wanna cry?

Tell me whats good up on your side
You ain't been around
Why you, why you

Baby boy, why you ain't got a place yet?
Baby boy, why you still ain't make it?
Baby boy, why you always wanna fake shit?
Baby boy, why you, why you, uh

Still here, still lost, but still I'm go
On ten, make ten, boy I miss my friends
Rapper, singer, and I know my temp
Hot then, cold now, boy I

Got time for the money now, I gotta go get it
I hear my next tale chirp, brrrt! and I dip with it
I secure the bag for these leaches and I'll spend it on a pendant
I don't want no deal, bitch I stay independent

What a god damn yeah, what a mess I've made
This summer was so real that I almost stayed
Oh shit, wait, I did and let a best friend down
I ain't been the same since, dog I almost drowned

Step back with it, hit the euro step pivot
Oh, I got a money counter critic
She same I'm the shit, listen
My pesos a bit different
My family got sneak disses
I got pay back with the interest, my life sucks, uh

Hate parties cause I ain't got shit to say or show
Fuck a "how's college?" ass bitch, you know that they know
Had a couple breakdowns, for homies that been dead to me
But why should motherfuckers even want to cry?