Ol’ Skool

Lyrics

[Chorus: Sheek Louch] Smoke weed in my old school Candy paint drippin from my old school I can touch the sky in my old school My old school drive better than your new school [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] I done had everything, from bikes to trucks to mopeds Leanin in the front, lookin good, untill I seen these old heads 67 73s, candy painted SRTs Race stripes from the front to the back, who want it? me I be rollin up in the 4 door, these women want my photo That make them haters mad, I keep that same mojo Sticky burner's pack, you don't know what car is that All you know that's Donny G's, shorty with him, ass is fat Check that, gonna valay park it, roll it and spark it VIP see me, I'm the hottest thing on the market Candy drippin, extra flippin, Rosay or Patrone sippin Go pro, I got the Mercedes, but I think I want the Rolls though [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Smoke weed in my old school Candy paint drippin from my old school I can touch the sky in my old school My old school drive better than your new school [Verse 2: Bun B] Man, I'm a parking lot pimper, a candy car flipper A wood grain gripper, and a conjur sipper No Conture leather, we stitchin on the nose Great Concore drippin, I'm sittin on them 4s Got the doors of a butterfly, straight out the cacoon Smokin dro and no butter, the trunk is goin boom Better make room for my elbos, I'm about to throw them hoes Comin down on 44s, shittin on you, hold your nose I'm so composed, and I'm so relaxed I'm blowin dro, plus I'm blowin stacks So hold your back, don't try to front Get up out the way, we about to stunt [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Smoke weed in my old school Candy paint drippin from my old school I can touch the sky in my old school My old school drive better than your new school