abgrlilcory & fatt macc - old school كلمات أغنية
[intro: abgrlilcory]
ayy, go to the open verse, bruh
(skee is your win)
real trap n_gga, yeah
go to the open (yeah, go to the open)
[chorus: abgrlilcory]
real trap n_gga, ran it up and drop the old school
n_gga talkin’ ’bout what they done did, this that old news
my agent ‘nem just set the bar, my young n_gga done ran through it
all_all these hundreds i keep pullin’ out just to run my hand through it
real trap sh_t, when i drop, lil’ n_gga, they gon’ f_ck with this
no cap sh_t, i’ve been gettin’ money, check my f_ckin’ wrist
when you see these diamonds in my mouth, that’s a couple bricks
n_gga talkin’ ’bout trap sh_t knowin’ he ain’t sold sh_t (no)
[verse 1: abgrlilcory]
n_gga don’t know sh_t about a box, but you trappin’ sh_t (yeah, you don’t know sh_t)
i just got two hundred bubbas in, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh_t
real trap star, i be f_ckin’ off with this rappin’ sh_t
bought my first house from what’s_his_name, i’vе been trappin’ since
pockets stay on elеphant (uh), she like how my diamond hit (all my—)
she think i’m gon’ give her some— (yeah) uh, i can’t give you sh_t (no)
ran this sh_t up on my own, ain’t no n_gga give me sh_t
young n_gga hundred thousand up, i’m just kickin’ sh_t (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: abgrlilcory & fatt macc]
real trap n_gga, ran it up and drop the old school (yeah, on god)
n_gga talkin’ ’bout what they done did, this that old news
my agent ‘nem just set the bar, my young n_gga done ran through it
all_all these hundreds i keep pullin’ out just to run my hand through it (on god)
real trap sh_t, when i drop, lil’ n_gga, they gon’ f_ck with this (trap)
no cap sh_t, i’ve been gettin’ money, check my f_ckin’ wrist
when you see these diamonds in my mouth, that’s a couple bricks (on god)
n_gga talkin’ ’bout trap sh_t knowin’ he ain’t sold sh_t (yeah, on god)
[verse 2: fatt macc]
thirty bands on my left wrist (thirty), ‘bow hit, throw a party (yeah)
by the water with a bad b_tch (bad b_tch), waste leanin’ in the brabus (on god)
twenty bands in my right pocket make a young n_gga walk r_t_rded (pokin’)
n_gga knowin’ i’m my own boss, i ain’t tryna be a n_gga artist (b_tch)
he was flexed up, doin’ insurance claims, now the n_gga ran out of money (broke)
ain’t sh_t took, one phone call, i could tell twin send a hundred (‘bows)
i was still juggin’ with my phone off, you ain’t got to call me if you comin’ (yeah)
smell like sixty thousand and it got lost, he ain’t try to send a n_gga nothin’ (godd_mn)
[chorus: abgrlilcory]
real trap n_gga, ran it up and drop the old school
n_gga talkin’ ’bout what they done did, this that old news
my agent ‘nem just set the bar, my young n_gga done ran through it
all_all these hundreds i keep pullin’ out just to run my hand through it
real trap sh_t, when i drop, lil’ n_gga, they gon’ f_ck with this
no cap sh_t, i’ve been gettin’ money, check my f_ckin’ wrist
when you see these diamonds in my mouth, that’s a couple bricks
n_gga talkin’ ’bout trap sh_t knowin’ he ain’t sold sh_t
[outro: abgrlilcory]
you ain’t sold ____, talkin’ ’bout trap ____
you ain’t even some old ____
you ain’t even some old ____
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