Old Times

What I tell the bitch? Told the ho we'll meet at Pluto with Pluto That's what I told the ho Watch when I leave, all eight of my pockets will be on sumo (This sound like Quel) These days niggas still be tryna ride the wave (Oh he surfin' surfin') We made the ocean (Right) And these days the pretty women won't work to get paid (Oh she work it work it) So now they ho-ing (Right) And these days, niggas will do what a rat say (Goddamn) Because he paid and he got motion (Damn) And these days, you better lock that backdoor 'Cause your dawg will take you down if you loaded Yeah streets so crazy (Yeah yeah) Why all these freaks wanna raid me (Yeah yeah) Wondering why OG didn't save me (Yeah yeah) I could've crashed a thousand times but me saved me (Swerve off) Jeesh Got in my bag and got it popping on my own I don't give no fuck about a nigga, I'm a beast (I hear 'em) And I don't give no fuck about no bitch When I was down on my dick My ex bitch turned freak (I hear 'em) Pockets on sumo, bitch, don't worry 'bout me (nah) I'm so stuck up (Yeah, yeah) When I'm with Pluto, that's the only time them birds round me FBG nem no duck ducks I guess these days niggas only step behind the IG 'Cause I see none of they lil' footsteps where I be I done got too comfortable in the jungle Got them racks, I'm staying humble Talkin' bout racks on racks no IC These days niggas still be tryna ride the wave (That shit brazy) We made the ocean (This shit colossal) And these days the pretty women won't work to get paid (Bitch you lazy) So now they ho-ing (Damn) And these days, niggas will do what a rat say (Swear) Because he paid and he got motion (Right) And these days, you better lock that backdoor 'Cause your dawg will take you down if you loaded Knew she was a freak and I bought her a body Lil' bitty cheap ho, no need to be excited I killed the cat in baguetty rock diamonds We start the wave and they make sure they ride it My niggas hungry, they fiending for bodies They fiending for drank and they fiending for molly Step on a nigga, make sure you record it Price on the head, get it done, I could afford it Draco with the switch, I can't tell you how I bought it Gangsters on Twitter be playful on fortune Catch you in person and rip out your organs You get these side hoes everything they asked for And these hoes still gon' complain (Yeah) I never talk back to the task force Bitch, I'm out my mind I don't even know my own name Hoes want the clout and these niggas want the same These days niggas still be tryna ride the wave (That shit brazy) We made the ocean (This shit colossal) And these days the pretty women won't work to get paid (Bitch you lazy) So now they ho-ing (Damn) And these days, niggas will do what a rat say Because he paid and he got motion And these days, you better lock that backdoor 'Cause your dawg will take you down if you loaded These niggas wanna see a nigga when you loaded Try to take a nigga off then you load it I won't even tell the time on the Rollie I just know this motherfucker real frozen Slimelife Shawty holding that iron Fuck over your bitch and he takin' a dime for sure Gunned down soon as it get harder Perkies and mollies and oil Drac' with a kick, no recoil Pull up, shoot a flick, in that order I look like a lick out the soil I look like a lick out the soil Came out the soil, nigga Big business, for life Big business, for life, for life Drac' with a kick, no recoil Pull up, shoot a flick, in that order I look like a lick out the soil I look like a lick out the soil