Young Thug - Old English lyrics

rate me

ft. Freddie Gibbs, A$AP Ferg

Old English, 800 capsules of Molly

Just be very 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 uploading wallets

Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins

Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins

I be sliming with them slimes ‘cause they my youngins

Catch me sliding with the slimes ‘cause them my youngins

Chris and Carter barely solved my baby momma problems, ew

I get out the work and let the jay snap the scale

My bitch ride slow with the yay like she get Ls

I wear that white, I cook that white, but I am not no seal

Had a little soda, put the ten on it

I got the shit for my LO and my shorty 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 chasing cheese

I want the Ms and I’m not talking Micky D’s

My jewelry gold like the tokens at Chuck E. Cheese

Old English, 800 capsules of Molly

Just be very 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 uploading wallets

Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins

Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins

I be sliming with them slimes ‘cause they my youngins

Catch me sliding with the slimes ‘cause them my youngins

Clapping with my youngins, couple hundred onions

Breaking down them 20’s what you need, we got it for you

Chop a chicken down, them chicken nuggets for my Cutlass

Spray that Cutlass, threw them Forgiatos on that motherfucker

Gangsta Gibbs, hoe

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

Niggas get to talking, ch-ch-chop ‘em off like Tomahawks

Ch-ch-chop ‘em off like Tomahawks

Eight thousand capsules of molly

Yeah, selling dope, and robbing, momma 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 gonna catch a body

Old English, 800 capsules of Molly

Just be very 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 uploading wallets

Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins

Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins

I be sliming with them slimes ‘cause they my youngins

Catch me sliding with the slimes ‘cause them my youngins

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 espanol, she had a booty like J-Lo

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

She has to trap in the bando ‘cause her momma 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 perro

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, so bicurious off her friends though

‘Cause I'm feeling birdy like nerdy but he be after the bando

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

Hold on I think I see Birdy and Birdy killed my Cuban hoe