Like an Old Head
I don't fuck with anyone
Yea Yea Yea
Sitting at the crib eating goldfish
Crackers got me going crazy, I'm so full
Gotta keep going, gotta keep moving
Sipping on tequila
Walking these streets
Uh Cap, yeah you full of shit
Been on my grind money come naturally
They try to flex on me, haha
I'm the one with the dividends
I'm bout tired of everybody
I remember way, way, way, way, way, way back
I'm riding around now
I don't even care about the flex I'm doing me
It's a sticka, two tone
I got two patek on my wrist yea
Ain't no bitch finna give me to panic
Way, way, way back
Brothers were actually Brothers
Way, way, way back
Fellas were actually Fellas
Way, way, way back
Females were actually Woman
Gotta keep going
My God, gotta get it
She wanna act up, leave her alone Tell her I don't get it
Got a bottle of this Casamigos in my hand I'm about to chug it
Mix signal, mix signal, yeah it's killing me
I got the juice Feel like the world
Niggas always getting slept on
Niggas always wanna bark, but they don't bite
Talk crazy, nigga I don't do that
Throw me to the wolves, came back the leader of the pack
I got two foreign bitches in the coupe
Feel like a Tesla, I don't be showing them effort
Leg up on the dash, She like to ride in my car
Orbit she know I'm a star, Feel like a GTR
I'm in the bay, at the bank, filling out CTRs
Investment Grade A, legitimate biz I'ma my scholar
The benji in my favorite colors, Get you whatever you want
Nobody looking as fine as you, Stepin in Yves Saint Laurent
Get you matching bag, I'ma bless her, yeah
I'm bout tired of everybody
Thumb in her
While I'm in deep and pussy clit
Gotta hit it slow, Legs in the sky
The way she be taking this
I'm a savage
Want me to change my ways, I cannot, It's a habit
Yea Yea Yea
Sitting at the crib eating goldfish
Crackers got me going crazy, I'm so full
Gotta keep going, gotta keep moving
Sipping on tequila
Walking these streets
Uh Cap, yeah you full of shit
Been on my grind money come naturally
They try to flex on me, haha
I'm the one with the dividends
I'm bout tired of everybody
Fuck all y'all
Yea Yea Yea
Sitting at the crib eating goldfish
Crackers got me going crazy, I'm so full
Gotta keep going, gotta keep moving
Sipping on tequila
Walking these streets
Uh Cap, yeah you full of shit
Been on my grind money come naturally
They try to flex on me, haha
I'm the one with the dividends
I'm bout tired of everybody
I remember way, way, way, way, way, way back
I'm riding around now
I don't even care about the flex I'm doing me
It's a sticka, two tone
I got two patek on my wrist yea
Ain't no bitch finna give me to panic
Way, way, way back
Brothers were actually Brothers
Way, way, way back
Fellas were actually Fellas
Way, way, way back
Females were actually Woman
Gotta keep going
My God, gotta get it
She wanna act up, leave her alone Tell her I don't get it
Got a bottle of this Casamigos in my hand I'm about to chug it
Mix signal, mix signal, yeah it's killing me
I got the juice Feel like the world
Niggas always getting slept on
Niggas always wanna bark, but they don't bite
Talk crazy, nigga I don't do that
Throw me to the wolves, came back the leader of the pack
I got two foreign bitches in the coupe
Feel like a Tesla, I don't be showing them effort
Leg up on the dash, She like to ride in my car
Orbit she know I'm a star, Feel like a GTR
I'm in the bay, at the bank, filling out CTRs
Investment Grade A, legitimate biz I'ma my scholar
The benji in my favorite colors, Get you whatever you want
Nobody looking as fine as you, Stepin in Yves Saint Laurent
Get you matching bag, I'ma bless her, yeah
I'm bout tired of everybody
Thumb in her
While I'm in deep and pussy clit
Gotta hit it slow, Legs in the sky
The way she be taking this
I'm a savage
Want me to change my ways, I cannot, It's a habit
Yea Yea Yea
Sitting at the crib eating goldfish
Crackers got me going crazy, I'm so full
Gotta keep going, gotta keep moving
Sipping on tequila
Walking these streets
Uh Cap, yeah you full of shit
Been on my grind money come naturally
They try to flex on me, haha
I'm the one with the dividends
I'm bout tired of everybody
Fuck all y'all
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Writer(s): Burton Baloubi
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