letra de old school - abgrlilcory & fatt macc
[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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