Old Ways ft. Crispy Gotti Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh, CYN playin' crazy, what on the beat

Oh, oh, oh, girl, that's P

Remember hoppin' out the store, we gon' hoppin' some fast

700 horsepower with 200 on the dash

Coulda got it off the credit, but I bought it all cash

Ripped the bag for that bitch, left the lock with paper tags

Now I'm flyin' up the mile where the spot set

Lil' bro right behind me with the top back

In the all-white Benz, rims all black

They got a seven-inch lip and they all set

We hit the hood for some liquor, old hairs reminisce

And we hop out on them sixes while the kids takin' pictures

Hoes starin' at a nigga like they scared to say, what's up

I been shittin' for a minute, almost ten years plus

But look, it ain't shit when you got some tape

Cut motherfuckers off, especially if they dead weight

They ain't never gotten the most, you just be in the way

Always got they hands out, but we scared to bust a plate, boy

Throwin' through my phone, checkin' niggas' lows

All these niggas downtown, that's cool as roll

I just sold five bowls, now my pocket's full of pros

On the live, doin' a hundred with another nigga ho

Smellin' like Creed in a little pinch of weed

Said his life ain't for you or this shit just for me

Long live Chief, let my nigga rest in peace

If you say that shit in vain, then your maker, you gon' meet

I'm a Westside, bright mode nigga, yes indeed

While you at her lease, she gon' enter the night with me

Ain't shit shakin, but the leaves in the trees

A bird just landed, it's time to plug me a wing

Hustle all day, I'm in the crib for the night

Yesterday was fun, now I'm chillin, shootin' dice

Seven back to back, was nice, come twice

Nigga pay attention, I turn around to the right

Nigga pay attention