Old Ways
TML created my own lane
Don't make me go back to my old ways
Rappin', hip-hoppin' even from a low range
Don't make me go back to my old ways
Flying around my neck all I need is said
Fucking nigga bitch don't make me go back to my old ways
Flying around my neck all I need is said
Fucking nigga bitch don't make me go back to my old ways
Don't make me go back to the gutter
Scoped it out again pass free bubba
99-cent burritos from my mother
Us or them loyalty made us brothers
Silver satin with cherry kool-aid
Got the snow bitch is going up that goose a
Bitch on alert when the phone rang
Was on the way got mixed up in a roar a
Slide do but they don't hate
Telling though y'all couldn't finish niggas so string
With the gun playing sick face
Dripping flames for the Martin Luther King ray
I heard four guns go off in the garage
A lot of homies bust the hands of a chump change
So many years being down over a decade
Win this war line that's in a fresh-faced
TML created my own lane
Don't make me go back to my old ways
Rappin', hip-hoppin' even from a low range
Don't make me go back to my old ways
Flying around my neck all I need is said
Fucking nigga bitch don't make me go back to my old ways
Flying around my neck all I need is said
Fucking nigga bitch don't make me go back to my old ways
Made me go back to the 38 table a pony
Make a memorize the K like it's a face on it
Black nigga bad finish sleeping in the trap with it
Fucking with these right bitches party with the strap any
Length over the smoker career make a move out
Hang it with the tool out, made it out a shootout
Squeakers come your shot trying to move wrong
Cop stops taking nigga chain is that fools go
Fuckin' like who's home banging through a new soul
Sippin' gin too strong chucking that booze flow
Foaming at the mouth with all this hunk
Mr. Seki put six feet under oath
TML created my own lane
Don't make me go back to my old ways
Rappin', hip-hoppin' even from a low range
Don't make me go back to my old ways
Flying around my neck all I need is said
Fucking nigga bitch don't make me go back to my old ways
Flying around my neck all I need is said
Fucking nigga bitch don't make me go back to my old ways
Don't make me go back to my old ways
Rappin', hip-hoppin' even from a low range
Don't make me go back to my old ways
Flying around my neck all I need is said
Fucking nigga bitch don't make me go back to my old ways
Flying around my neck all I need is said
Fucking nigga bitch don't make me go back to my old ways
Don't make me go back to the gutter
Scoped it out again pass free bubba
99-cent burritos from my mother
Us or them loyalty made us brothers
Silver satin with cherry kool-aid
Got the snow bitch is going up that goose a
Bitch on alert when the phone rang
Was on the way got mixed up in a roar a
Slide do but they don't hate
Telling though y'all couldn't finish niggas so string
With the gun playing sick face
Dripping flames for the Martin Luther King ray
I heard four guns go off in the garage
A lot of homies bust the hands of a chump change
So many years being down over a decade
Win this war line that's in a fresh-faced
TML created my own lane
Don't make me go back to my old ways
Rappin', hip-hoppin' even from a low range
Don't make me go back to my old ways
Flying around my neck all I need is said
Fucking nigga bitch don't make me go back to my old ways
Flying around my neck all I need is said
Fucking nigga bitch don't make me go back to my old ways
Made me go back to the 38 table a pony
Make a memorize the K like it's a face on it
Black nigga bad finish sleeping in the trap with it
Fucking with these right bitches party with the strap any
Length over the smoker career make a move out
Hang it with the tool out, made it out a shootout
Squeakers come your shot trying to move wrong
Cop stops taking nigga chain is that fools go
Fuckin' like who's home banging through a new soul
Sippin' gin too strong chucking that booze flow
Foaming at the mouth with all this hunk
Mr. Seki put six feet under oath
TML created my own lane
Don't make me go back to my old ways
Rappin', hip-hoppin' even from a low range
Don't make me go back to my old ways
Flying around my neck all I need is said
Fucking nigga bitch don't make me go back to my old ways
Flying around my neck all I need is said
Fucking nigga bitch don't make me go back to my old ways
Credits
Writer(s): Byron Christopher Jr Whiteside, Dominicke Williams
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