Old Slaves lyrics

[Intro]
I'm already knowing
I got Folks 'nem in this b*tch with me
Smoking on Jerry
The f*cking Guys in my f*cking—

2 Cups, two blunts (Dope)
Dopey-dopey-dope

[Verse 1]
When that eight pop, shorty face drop
We made Blake Block with a face shot (Die L's)
Mask up, they investigate, get the case dropped like the plate hot
When that MAC, TEC, and that K rock, leave bullet holes in that tank top
Boy, my block booming off straight rocks
Now blow up, n*gga
That's straight drop
Whack sh*t for a living, n*gga
Leave a n*gga body in the river, n*gga
I don't give no f*ck how you feeling, n*gga
It's so many chances you can give a n*gga
Shorty acting real tough
But he know damn well it's that liquor, n*gga
I'm Jesse White with this pipe 'cause once I strike, homie, it'll flip a n*gga
Bodybag, go zip a n*gga
Ambulance gotta get that n*gga
Hollows, it'll tip a n*gga like a stripper, n*gga
But forget the n*ggas
Let's talk about these b*tches
Man, I swear to God, boy, I got so many (Thotties)
Me and you ain't in the same boat, so yo main hoe wanna roll with me (Thotties)
Whenever or wherever I go, shorty wanna go with me (Thotties)
Whenever or wherever I blow, Spazz gon' blow with me (Spazz)
And that's straight facts for you straight faggots
Boy, I'm going crazy like straitjackets
Lot of cash, I ain't gotta brag
Ball so hard, n*ggas can't hack it
But my style switching changing like every track
Go pick a fit from like every rack
They just book Streetz, just free me, Lil Midnite, and Heavy back
Drill season, that's just in time
They indicted us for the second time
Told y'all for the second time, "Wanna be my hater, b*tch, step in line!"
She eat me up like it's breakfast time
I done f*cked yo b*tch like seven times
She done sucked my di*k like seven times
She give me top when I f*ck like every time
(Hold on, wait!)
[Interlude]
{Lighter flicking}
{Smoke inhalation}
Smoking on this Blake and sh*t (That sh*t Day Day!)
It's The f*cking Guys in my f*cking eyes
2 Cups (Die L's for Alex!)
Shout out Midnite

[Verse 2]
That b*tch a King Louie fan
She on my di*k 'cause I'm playing that sh*t
n*ggas know I don't be playing that sh*t
I left the house, but Spazz told me pop out
So I brought the trey and left the K in that b*tch
Man, I just wanna f*ck, you can stay with that b*tch
After that, I ain't got sh*t to say to that b*tch
n*ggas know and b*tches know
Say the name and the gang and any of these b*tches go
[?]
Man, ain't nothing just change in this game, but the score
And "f*ck Lil Foe!"
f*ck? (On the B.O.S.)
They be like, "Damn, he go nuts!"
Get hit in ya sh*t if you don't duck
They like, "Folks got hit? n*gga, on what?"
[Outro]
f*ck you mean?
Ayy, I'm high as hell on the B.O.S
Hold on, he say: "2 Cups" (Rest in peace my homie, man)
Two blunts (Rest in peace my homie, man)
Dopey-dopey-dope (Dope)
Got me in these streets so f*cking lonely, man
I did this 'cause Folks told me to do this
You know I do this 'cause I do this
And you know what we did
f*ck?
Shout out Timo Da P (Let's get it!)