Old English (feat. Young Thug, Freddie Gibbs & A$AP Ferg)

800 capsules of Molly

Just be still, I ain't gonna hurt anybody

Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it

I met papi and he said he good at uploadin' wallets

Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my young-ins

Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my young-ins

I be slimin' with them slimes 'cause they my young-ins

Catch me slidin' with the slimes 'cause them my young-ins

Chrissy Carter bezel inside my baby pampers, eww

I get off the work and let the J's snout the scale

My bitch ride slow the the yeah like she get L's

I wear that white, I cook that white, but I am no no chef

Had a little soda, put the tan on it

I got the shit for my L-O and my shawty want it

I drink more mud than a pig, I think pork want me

And the front of the Mazzi look like a fork, don't it?

Let it breathe

I'm not no rat but Young Thugger be chasin' cheese

I want the M and I'm not talkin' Micky D's

My jewelry gold like the tokens at Chuck E. Cheese

Old English, 800 capsules of Molly

Just be still, I ain't gonna hurt anybody

Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it

I met papi and he said he good at uploadin' wallets

Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my young-ins

Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my young-ins

I be slimin' with them slimes 'cause they my young-ins (With my young)

Catch me slidin' with the slimes 'cause them my young-ins

Slammin' with my young-ins, couple hundred onions

Breakin' down them 20's, what you need, we got it for ya

Chop  a chicken down, them chicken nuggets for my Cutlass

Spray that Cutlass, threw them Forgiato's on that motherfucker

Gangsta Gibbs, ho, fresh up off the powder pan

So low on the '94, bitch, I want that powder bag

Geekers do that zombie walk, bitch, I let the chopper talk

**** get to talkin' ch-ch-chop 'em off like Tomahawks

Chop 'em off like Tomahawks, 8000 capsules of Molly

Yeah, sellin' dope and robbin', mama, I dropped out of college

Yeah, jumped off on this rap shit, I've been one hundred solid

Yeah, police ever catch me then they gon' catch a body

Old English, 800 capsules of Molly

Just be still, I ain't gonna hurt anybody

Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it

I met papi and he said he good at uploadin' wallets

Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my young-ins

Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my young-ins

I be slimin' with them slimes 'cause they my young-ins

Catch me slidin' with the slimes 'cause them my young-ins

One night I was in Santos, it was lit like a candle

I was fly like a bird, I had on Stüssy Bape camo

With a cutie Español, she had a booty like J-Lo

She had on leggin's and sandals, you've been trapped in the bando

She has to trap in the bando 'cause her mama got cancer

She can't work in the states because her green papers ain't legal

Fuck Obama un peso, she be like grande un peso

Push the molly un peso so she can feed her abuelo

She refuse to just settle on them shoes with them red soles

And refuse to be nude in front of them dudes on that depot

She can't lose, she just ooze a bunch of ambition like Nepo

Meanwhile I could be ruler and ride the streets on my Benzo

So can she get Molly? Bicurious off her friends though

'Cause I'm feelin' birdie like nerdy but he be after the bando

She pop 30's for Birdy, now Birdy's up to her head tho'

Hold on, I think I see Birdy and Birdy killed my Cuban ho