The Old Me
We can go to Venus
We can go to Kepler, now
She trashin' on the new me
She want me go back to the old me
You want that bag?
Pop it like a stretcher, now
Stop actin' like you knew me
You ain't even know the true me (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm takin' the top off, that's how you cruise, Jag'
I'm poppin' the seal off, I got purple tags
M4, AR, I got extended mags
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do she think she are?
She think she a real one
But would they slide for a real one
Would they die for a real one
Go, go, I got gas
These VVS tearin' my bag
These VVS tearin' the seats of the Jag'
On folks, on kids
They know why I did what I did
So I think I did what I did
I know that she did what she did
She know that I did what I did
I know I ain't havin' it, she know I ain't havin' it
They know I ain't havin' it, so I gotta bag it
They know that I'm baggin' it
Bread, Baguette
When it get too tragic
I'mma bust on the mattress
And then lean back, braggin'
I lean with them rackends
(Go, go, go, go)
We can go to Venus
We can go to Kepler, now
She trashin' on the new me
She want me go back to the old me
You want that bag?
Pop it like a stretcher, now
Stop actin' like you knew me
You ain't even know the true me (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm takin' the top off, that's how you cruise, Jag'
I'm poppin' the seal off, I got purple tags
M4, AR, I got extended mags
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
She rockin' that leather (Leather)
So I gotta stretch her (I gotta stretch her)
I put her to bed
She put me to bed
I do it the best (Do it the best)
She do it the best (Do it the best)
I'm cleaner than Crest
They cleaner than Crest
I'm cleaner, like Crest (Yeah)
She don't wanna rest (Yeah)
I don't wanna rest
She love when I test her
They hate when I test her (Nah)
Young Gemi' the best
They tryna rock my swag, but they rockin' it with zest
(Go, go, go, go)
We can go to Venus
We can go to Kepler, now
She trashin' on the new me
She want me go back to the old me
You want that bag?
Pop it like a stretcher, now
Stop actin' like you knew me
You ain't even know the true me (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm takin' the top off, that's how you cruise, Jag'
I'm poppin' the seal off, I got purple tags
M4, AR, I got extended mags
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
We can go to Kepler, now
She trashin' on the new me
She want me go back to the old me
You want that bag?
Pop it like a stretcher, now
Stop actin' like you knew me
You ain't even know the true me (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm takin' the top off, that's how you cruise, Jag'
I'm poppin' the seal off, I got purple tags
M4, AR, I got extended mags
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do she think she are?
She think she a real one
But would they slide for a real one
Would they die for a real one
Go, go, I got gas
These VVS tearin' my bag
These VVS tearin' the seats of the Jag'
On folks, on kids
They know why I did what I did
So I think I did what I did
I know that she did what she did
She know that I did what I did
I know I ain't havin' it, she know I ain't havin' it
They know I ain't havin' it, so I gotta bag it
They know that I'm baggin' it
Bread, Baguette
When it get too tragic
I'mma bust on the mattress
And then lean back, braggin'
I lean with them rackends
(Go, go, go, go)
We can go to Venus
We can go to Kepler, now
She trashin' on the new me
She want me go back to the old me
You want that bag?
Pop it like a stretcher, now
Stop actin' like you knew me
You ain't even know the true me (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm takin' the top off, that's how you cruise, Jag'
I'm poppin' the seal off, I got purple tags
M4, AR, I got extended mags
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
She rockin' that leather (Leather)
So I gotta stretch her (I gotta stretch her)
I put her to bed
She put me to bed
I do it the best (Do it the best)
She do it the best (Do it the best)
I'm cleaner than Crest
They cleaner than Crest
I'm cleaner, like Crest (Yeah)
She don't wanna rest (Yeah)
I don't wanna rest
She love when I test her
They hate when I test her (Nah)
Young Gemi' the best
They tryna rock my swag, but they rockin' it with zest
(Go, go, go, go)
We can go to Venus
We can go to Kepler, now
She trashin' on the new me
She want me go back to the old me
You want that bag?
Pop it like a stretcher, now
Stop actin' like you knew me
You ain't even know the true me (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm takin' the top off, that's how you cruise, Jag'
I'm poppin' the seal off, I got purple tags
M4, AR, I got extended mags
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Credits
Writer(s): Blake Thomas Berryman
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