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Juice Wrld - Last Summer Smith N Wesson Lyrics

[Intro]
DY Krazy

[Chorus]
I remember back last summer I was unpaid
Gotta wash the Balmains I got food stains
Got my 9 right now, yeah it's on my waist
Bought my sidebitch a Gucci bag I made her day (I made her day)
I'm up in Chicago I came from LA
I don't want no trouble that don't mean im gon' run away
Put you on with my opps bitch you sloppy seconds
I'll get to flexin', she get to beckin' Say hello to my friends Smith n’ Wesson

[Verse]
Brand new pair of ricks, ain't look at the tag
My bands in my pocket cause my .40 in my bag (in my bag)
If I take your bitch you know you'll never get her back
Right next to my strap, VVS cold no avalanche
Chasing dope like taliban
Fuck yo' bitch then did it again
Boolin' on the percs again
Told that bitch that she can meet me in Atlanta
Got no problem whеn I'm pourin' up that fanta
Fuck yo' bitch in the back of my brand new Phantom
Bought a Lamborghini I can't evеn drive
If they want me, they gon' have to get me die
If they want me, they gon' have to get in line
Cause I ain't going out like that bitch that's on my life
I feel like Tony Montana with all the town
I feel like Tony Montana with all the white
I ballin' hard I'm in that ghost like poltergeist
It's triple 9, I can tip a 4 but l pass the white
I count the money up and spend it on my guys
You bought a couple Gucci shoes you feelin' fly
You talking tough, I'm talking tough, let's see who's tougher
That .40 on me super raw I do you rougher
[Chorus]
I remember back last summer I was unpaid
Gotta wash the Balmains I got food stains
Got my 9 right now, yeah it's on my waist
Bought my sidebitch a Gucci bag I made her day (I made her day)
I'm up in Chicago I came from LA
I don't want no trouble that don't mean im gon' run away
Put you on with my opps bitch you sloppy seconds
I'll get to flexin', she get to beckin' Say hello to my friends Smith n’ Wesson