Young Thug, Freddie Gibbs, A$AP Ferg - Old English lyrics

Thugger slime, snake life

Eighty hundred capsules of Molly
Just be very still
I ain't gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't 12, but if I like it
I cop it i met Papi and he say
He good at uploadin' wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes
'cause them my youngins
Catch me boolin' with them slimes
'cause them my youngins
I be slimin' with them slimes
'cause them my youngins
Catch me slidin' with the slimes
'cause them my youngins (Hey)

Chrissy Carter bezel inside my baby pampers
Ew (Ew)
I get all the work and let
The J's snort the scale (Sheesh)


My bitch ride slow with the
Yay' like she get L's (Sheesh)
I wear that white, I cook that white
But I am not no chef (Woo)
Add a little soda to put the tan on it
(Tan on it) i got the shit for the L-O
And my shawty want it (Shawty want it)
I drink more mud than a pig
I think pork want me (Ugh)
And the front of the Mazi look like a fork
Don't it? (Sheesh, sheesh)
Let it breathe (Let it breathe)
I'm not no rat
But Young Thugger be chasin' cheese
(Chasin' cheese)
I want the M's and I'm not talking Mickey D's
(D's) my jewelry gold like the tokens
At Chuck E cheese (Blatt)

Olde English
Eighty hundred capsules of Molly
Just be very still
I ain't gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't 12, but if I like it
I cop it i met Papi and he say
He good at uploadin' wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes
'cause them my youngins
Catch me boolin' with them slimes
'cause them my youngins
I be slimin' with them slimes
'cause them my youngins i'm with my youngins
Catch me slidin' with the slimes
'cause them my youngins
Yeah, yeah, E-S to the G-N, bitch

Slammin' with my youngins
(yeah) couple hundred onions (yeah)
Breaking down them twenties
What you need? We got it for you (yeah)
Chop a chicken down to chicken
Nuggets for my cluckers (yeah)
Spray that Cutlass
Threw them Forgiatos on that motherfucker
(yeah, yeah)
Gangsta Gibbs, ho, fresh up off a powder pack
(yeah) solo on the '94, bitch
I brought that powder back (yeah)
Geekers do that zombie walk, bitch
I let that chopper talk (yeah)
Niggas get to talking
Ch-ch-chop 'em off like tomahawks
Ch-chop 'em off like tomahawks
Eight thousand capsules of molly (yeah)
Selling dope and robbing, mom
I dropped out of college (yeah)
Jumped off in this rap shit
I've been one hundred solid, yeah
Police ever catch me then they
Gon' catch a body it's Gangsta Gibbs

Olde English, eight hundred capsules of Molly
Just be very still
I ain't gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't 12, but if I like it
I cop it i met Papi and he say
He good at uploadin' wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes
'cause them my youngins (Ah)
Catch me boolin' with them slimes
'cause them my youngins (Ah)
I be slimin' with them slimes
'cause them my youngins (yeah, woo, woo)
Catch me slidin' with the slimes
'cause them my youngins (Ah, Ferg)

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 Jacobsen 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 (yeah)
Fuck a "dame un beso", she be like
"Run de un peso" (Alright)
Push the molly to Pedro 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 dance pole (Alright)
She can't lose
She just ooze a bunch of ambition like Napo
-Leon, I could be ruler and ride
The streets on my Benzo
So, then she get money vicarious
Off her friends though
'Cause a kid named Birdy look nerdy
But he be after the bando (Alright)
She robbed Birdy for birdies
Now Birdy after her head though
Hold on I think I see Birdy
And Birdy killed my Cuban ho (Ferg)