OLD SOUL(feat. G Herbo) - 2KBABY/G Herbo
Lyrics by:Christian Todd/Herbert Randall Wright lll/Skip Scarborough
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Big glock four oh yeah
Ridin' in a four door yeah
We was servin' low low yeah
Come get it for the low low yeah
Never cuff a ho ho yeah
Drive it off like oh ho yeah
Take it to they front door yeah
Never talk to po po
Man I got a old soul yeah
I'm sorry that I got a old soul yeah
But we only totin' on four fours
And I'm never breaking the bro code
Do this sh*t all for my big bro yeah
I'm sorry that I got a old soul yeah
Like can I get a minute let a n***a finish
I'm too deep up in it uh
They hate how I'm winnin' sorry I been sinnin'
They say I'm forgiven uh
Mad that I can't flip it I put up them digits
Told 'em go and get it uh
Find 'em out here spinnin' man they got precision
I know they ain't missing uh
Tryna please my mama stackin' up these commas
I'm just like my papa uh
I ain't with the drama call me the Don Dada
I move like obama uh
Plus I keep allama and I love the choppas
B***h I'm like mufasa uh
Hotter than a sauna name a rapper hotter
I'ma say he not a uh
I'm I'm in love with Louis I'm in love with Gucci
She in love with Prada uh
He say he gon' shoot me b*tch my life a movie
I get that a lotta
This clip hold a hundred anacondas stick it in the choppa
Show you who's a shotta b*tch pick up your partner
N***a now I got her you can't say de nada
Big glock four oh yeah
Ridin' in a four door yeah
We was servin' low low yeah
Come get it for the low low yeah
Never cuff a ho ho yeah
Drive it off like oh ho yeah
Take it to they front door yeah
Never talk to po po
Man I got a old soul yeah
I'm sorry that I got a old soul yeah
But we only totin' on four fours
And I'm never breaking the bro code
Do this sh*t all for my big bro yeah
I'm from that block where they rob and they kill
Young n***a starvin' and mobbin' for real
Way before rap it was glocks in the field
Talkin' like that 'cause he probably for real
I was front lines still will when it get real
Couldn't be a kid now I'm grown got a big wheel
Slid on n***as better ask how the glick feel
Only thursday we done been on six drills
For real lit with no deal
Still in this b*tch while my n***as on pills
All of this ice in this b*tch I'm on chill
Can't do no rap n***a sh*t get no grill
Can't be on rap n***as d*ck I want mills
I really slept in the trap with no meals
I really slept in the trap with them steels
Four seven kick in the door gotta peel skrrt nyoom
I'm still that n***a
This like my eighth year in rap and I'm richer
I still a bust down and packs with my n***as
I just might walk in the trap with a Richard
I close my eyes I see cap I see crystals
Open my eyes I see kobe see pistols
F*ck it I'm gon' get some more of these dividends
I slept in county can't go in that b***h again never
Crushes and felons
Juice make me want put a four in the b*tch again
Told you I never look back you weren't listening
Now I'm so fried we gotta keep distances
Two n***as b*tch*s don't tell me what b*tch*s did
I don't do internet I'm really in this sh*t
Act like you into that nah you ain't innocent boop boop
It ain't no witnesses
Big glock four oh yeah
Ridin' in a four door yeah
We was servin' low low yeah
Come get it for the low low yeah
Never cuff a ho ho yeah
Drive it off like oh ho yeah
Take it to they front door yeah
Never talk to po po
Man I got a old soul yeah
I'm sorry that I got a old soul yeah
But we only totin' on four fours
And I'm never breaking the bro code
Do this sh*t all for my big bro yeah
I'm sorry that I got a old soul yeah
Oooooo iiiii