Old School Era

Cool wid da diggers Cool wid da clappers Cool with your bitches We ain't cool with you rappers (no) 2 hands trying to wave it frontwards Put him in a back woods Young, but bro said I move like the Old School Era I know he ain't cappin Star in my prime But I still got a car with the star behind Let the old lady past then blast Tryna do it polite Watch bro get the w I'll drive Do it on the w and the drive Bitch in the car she don't know we're live She's looking away she's shy G63 at petrol station 8 minutes to fill up the tank Take 2 minutes to fill up the mash Quick let trey Recoil Bought two does that make me spoilt? Rusty heat, no WD we gotta use baby oil Turned Lambeth upside down all these 9s & 38 auto sounds Hit him in his hat and it's bought him down G lock with a extra leg One foot on peg squeeze trying to put him to bed New school era, they're pulling out phones We pulling up leaving a mess Think they do it like us, but we're so much clever So much pressure Gotta teach them cos they don't know much better Brick on the scale but I already know the measure We just getting it done and won't say a word Like the Old School Era Something gets done then (shh, shh) Fill it all up then (bow bow) No key in the car just (push) Got a key in the trap I (whip whip) Seen him there done him up well done Left shit medium rare You see the flare 9 out of 10 the machine's in there 2 in the dots now the shoes got air holes Looking like Crocs Don't care what it cost I feel reimbursed when something gets got Cool with da shavers Cool with da bakers I ain't cool if you lose it But I'm cool with replacements Think they do it like us, but we're so much clever So much pressure Gotta teach them cos they don't know much better Brick on the scale but I already know the measure We just getting it done and won't say a word Like the Old School Era