Good Ol’ Days

Lyrics

[Intro: Billie Essco] I'm glad y'all fuck with that though (Right) I wasn't fucking with it God damn it, I hit the mic And I fucked up the headphones Check Yeah Ey, Big Essco We don't give a fuck about your dress code I got my niggas with me Look, uh [Verse 1: Billie Essco] I'm 'bout to get a wife soon, y'all better hurry up I'm rocking Human Made and BAPE back to curry up And you can tell by the seams, it's Yamamoto Jeans That Air Hollywood sample trench that I got for free Shout out to Arty, we was at the party in Picard Posted on stage with Virgil Abloh That vintage Off White, should be up in an Albright For all of them dollars spent bumping Potter Now lick a shot out for all of my fallen partners You don't want problems, we got math that'll solve ya Glocks and Revolvers, K big, you gotta walk it out Fuck it, we can chalk it out Or we can sit down likе bosses, we could talk it out The stakеs high, take the large amount Babygirl, I need the large amount Them squabbling foes turn fan at my shows Little did they know their girl, was a fan before Their older sibling tell them that I was the man before Their little brothers said they seen me at the fashion show Second row with a back roll smelling like dank And I'm sitting next to Hilary Swank Rolling dice at the Louvre, fool, who got bank? Use a shank, to cut up my vegan steak Alex Boots and my feet covered in snake What's bank, nigga? [Chorus; Elcamino] Yo, I miss the good old days When everybody showed love That's your family then give that man a hug I miss the good old days When it was really cheaper to keep her That's why I charge 40 for a feature I miss the good old days When niggas used to roll Dutches (Roll it up, nigga) Nowadays niggas don't roll nothing I miss the good old days, yo I miss the good old days, yo I miss the good old days, yo I miss the good old days, yo [Verse 2: Elcamino] One day I be in Cali, the next I'm in Miami Two bitches for Grammy Week, but I ain't win a Grammy Touch down it's the Super Bowl, watching it in the bandi Hitting licks through a vent pipe, cut a hole in the pantry I should be out west, in the hills, living fancy Big ass whips, white bitches, nose candy We on a new wave, making albums, like a slave These bitches know I'm the bomb; Saddam Hussein We came from cocaine licks At the building eating Lo Mein From an Eightball, to copping whole things We took over the game piece by piece Nigga throw me on the beat I bet nobody can see me I'm on the type of shit where only bad hoes can get in the yard I served enough crackheads to piss me off I made myself a boss [Chorus: Elcamino] I miss the good old days When everybody showed love That's your family then give that man a hug I miss the good old days When it was really cheaper to keep her That's why I charge 40 for a feature I miss the good old days When niggas used to roll Dutches (Roll it up, nigga) Nowadays niggas don't roll nothing I miss the good old days I miss the good old days I miss the good old days I miss the good old days