Old Friends

Lyrics
[Chorus] Whip it again, whip it again My lil'niggas shook the pen Whip it again, whip it again My lil'niggas shook the pen Old friend, old friend Man I miss my old friend Old friend, old friend Man I miss my old friend Lamborghini, Ventador Man I miss my old rims Kick a door, hit the floor I came for you boyfriend You don't want no fucking smoke It gone be a war again I tote nothing but big Glocks Shoot you in your organ [Verse 1] Ride my nigga to the death Yea Imma ride my nigga to the death And my flag hang on the right And my bitch flag hang on the left My bitch crippin, crippin, crippin She been trippin, trippin, trippin I can't wait to catch an opp slippin If they shake junt she shit skripin I got niggas in the penitentiary Nigga they'll cut yo finger You ain't no gang banger if you don't know how to twist your fingers All you rap niggas dead Imma go like Drake, Imma gonna start singin (ooh-ooh) If you cool with the Opps (gang-gang) Nigga know Im just gonna spank 'em Beat the pussy like Flloyd, yeah Beat the pussy like Flloyd Imma ex lounch to Atlanta kick it with Mr. Ronalds These ratting ass migas love to tell They know that I've got good drug to sell They know that they bitch love to play They know that they bitch love to tell [Chorus] Whip it again, whip it again My lil'niggas shoot the pan Whip it again, whip it again My lil'niggas shoot the pan Old friend, old friend Man I miss my old friend Old friend, old friend Man I miss my old friend Lamborghini, Ventador Man I miss my old rims Kick a door, hit the floor I came for you boyfriend You don't want a fucking smoke It gone be a war again I tote them big Glocks Shoot you in your organs [Verse 2] Why you pull me over, cuz' you black (What) Why my aunty ???, cuz' she crashed (Up) Why you cut this shit out, cuz' it's wet (Garbige) I don't like when a nigga stand behind my back (bodered me) You wanna get hitted with the Mac (Yeah) I just cought another flag (Uh) This my third year going in Imma do another lap (Gang) Donald Trump fuckin' on everythang This nigga need to go get slapped (Yeah) Be careful how you throw up at California Man that terrified you for a strap (Foreal) [Chorus] Whip it again, whip it again My lil'niggas shoot the pan Whip it again, whip it again My lil'niggas shoot the pan Old friend, old friend Man I miss my old friend Old friend, old friend Man I miss my old friend Lamborghini, Ventador Man I miss my old rims Kick a door, hit the floor I came for you boyfriend You don't want a fucking smoke It gone be a war again I tote them big Glocks Shoot you in your organs
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Credits
- Writers
- Rasta Papii
- Blac Youngsta