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bay swag - my story lyrics

[intro]
this beat was made by rich

[chorus]
i was just on the phone with vory, they gon’ f+ck you outta spite
i told ’em, “watch them little shortys” (shortys)
n+ggas think i got it good, let’s get it understood, these diamonds hitting but they don’t know my story (they don’t know my story)
i just told my b+tch she gotta get it right, got b+tches on my line that look like lori (that look like lori)
and i just told my bros i’m gon’ stop playing with this music sh+t, i can’t forgot ’bout corey (can’t forgot ’bout corey)
’cause i ain’t got no godd+mn time for these n+ggas
tryna lie, pray to god that i don’t crash out for no reason
my homies taking perkys ’cause he fighting all them demons
this that nike tech montclair type of season
’cause i ain’t got no godd+mn time for these n+ggas
tryna lie, and i be flexing on the ‘gram for the haters just to tease ’em
i just told alex, “make that chain”, and gave him fifty
f+ck the jury, they ain’t believe him (yeah)
[verse 1]
all these b+tches want is the money and the clout, that’s the bottom line
lil kye, i got you
free lonnie, they gave him fourty+five
show love to your people, life short, they could be gone tomorrow
heard the value going up, plain jane, bought a audemar

[verse 2]
i ain’t wear no chains today
n+ggas running from they problems, pills won’t take the pain away
gotta stack it tall, just preparing for a rainy day
yeah, i missed your call, i was running to the cake today
i can’t trust n0body, n+ggas phony
i was wasting money with no investments, that’s the old me
we was tryna get it
sharing clothes, me and goldy
now we taking trips with bad b+tches going ot
stand tall
had to get back on my feet
i was chopping it up with pluto out in london for a week
back+to+back up in them pullmans, sh+t was looking like a fleet
my momma think that i ain’t human ’cause i barley get no sleep
all these diamonds on my chains, all these diamonds on my rings, i got n+ggas that’s gon’ bang for me
and i got n+ggas in the cage and they got n+ggas in the grave, swear that sh+t ain’t the same to me
[chorus]
i was just on the phone with vory, they gon’ f+ck you outta spite
i told ’em, “watch them little shortys” (shortys)
n+ggas think i got it good, let’s get it understood, these diamonds hitting but they don’t know my story (they don’t know my story)
i just told my b+tch she gotta get it right, got b+tches on my line that look like lori (that look like lori)
and i just told my bros i’m gon’ stop playing with this music sh+t, i can’t forgot ’bout corey (can’t forgot ’bout corey)
’cause i ain’t got no godd+mn time for these n+ggas
tryna lie, pray to god that i don’t crash out for no reason
my homies taking perkys ’cause he fighting all them demons
this that nike tech montclair type of season
’cause i ain’t got no godd+mn time for these n+ggas
tryna lie, and i be flexing on the ‘gram for the haters just to tease ’em
i just told alex, “make that chain”, and gave him fifty
f+ck the jury, they ain’t believe him

[outro]
f+ck the jury, they ain’t believe him
f+ck the jury, they ain’t believe him

- bay swag lyrics

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