Blac youngsta - Old friends

Whip it again, whip it again
My lil' niggas shook the pan
Whip it again, whip it again
My lil' niggas shook the pan
Old friend, old friend
Man I miss my old friends
Old friend, old friend
Man I miss my old friend

Lamborghini, Ventador
Man I miss my old rims
Kick a door, hit the floor
I came for your boyfriend
You don't want no fucking smoke
It gone be a war again
I tote nothin' but big Glocks
Shoot you in your organs
Ride my nigga to the death
And I'll ride my nigga to the death
And my flag hang on the right
And my bitch flag hang on the left
My bitch Crippin' Crippin' Crippin'
She been trippin' trippin' trippin'
I can't wait to catch an opp slippin'
If the shake done rush, she strippin'
I got niggas in the penitentiary
Nigga they'll cut your face
You ain't no gangbanger if you don't know how to twist your fingers
All you rap niggas gay
I'ma go like Drake, I'ma go and start singin' (ooh-ooh)
If you cool with the opps, nigga just know I'm gon' spank 'em
Beat that pussy like Floyd yeah
Beat that pussy like Floyd
I'm at XS Lounge in Atlanta kickin' it with Mr. Ruggs
These rattin' ass niggas love to tell
You know I got good drug for sale
You know these bitches love a playa
You know these bitches love to tell

Whip it again, whip it again
My lil' niggas shook the pan
Whip it again, whip it again
My lil' niggas shook the pan
Old friend, old friend
Man I miss my old friends
Old friend, old friend
Man I miss my old friend


Lamborghini, Ventador
Man I miss my old rims
Kick a door, hit the floor
I came for your boyfriend
You don't want no fucking smoke
It gone be a war again
I tote nothin' but big Glocks
Shoot you in your organs

Why you pull me over?
'Cause you black (What)
Why my aunty sprung?
'Cause it's crack
Why you cut that shit off
'Cause its wack (garbage)
I don't like when niggas stand behind my back (bothered)
You wanna go hit with the MAC? (yeah)
I just cought another flat
This my third year going in
I'ma do another lap (gang)
Donald Trump fuckin' up everythang
That nigga need to get slapped
Be careful out there in California
Man, they terrify you before you strap (for real)

Whip it again, whip it again
My lil' niggas shook the pan
Whip it again, whip it again
My lil' niggas shook the pan
Old friend, old friend
Man I miss my old friends
Old friend, old friend
Man I miss my old friend

Lamborghini, Ventador
Man I miss my old rims
Kick a door, hit the floor
I came for your boyfriend
You don't want no fucking smoke
It gone be a war again
I tote nothin' but big Glocks
Shoot you in your organs

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