Old Ways ft. Maqi TYB Lyrics

I'm back to my old ways

Fuck I'm stuck in my old ways

Shit don't impress me

Hustle hard

Apply pressure

Got the Gun on the dresser

I can't stop thuggin

You see all them hundreds

I'm so in love

So in love

With all this money

I'm grinding all day for

You can't tell me nothing

Nothings changed

From the last run

I'm back and I'm getting to the bag

Bro hitting licks

You know trying to double up

In the back with an double cup

Yeah

Fill it up yeah

Mix it down yeah

You can tell me you love me

But baby

You need to just

Yeah

Slow down

Yeah

I'm really that nigga

I been that nigga

Since I was like seventeen

With all the homies

Gotta go get it

You know by any means

The shooters are scheming

Brody you tweaking

Angels and demons

All around me

But you know what this is

This that 2 am lit

Smoke fill the whip

I can't see through shit

Ain't no tints on this bitch

On my toes I can't slip

30 rounds in the clip

Double d on my bitch

No exaggeration

I'm Just talking my shit

I'm just talking my shit

Yeah

And I'm back on the road

I'm still sliding with that pole

And I'm pouring up fours

Got me feeling so throwed

Shit I'm feeling so throwed

Got my eyes so low

Got my eyes so closed

Got an dream that I'm chasing

Got that vision like Raven

Little shorty she basic

I can't fuck with no lame bitch

Look mama I made it

I came out from the basement

Everybody be hating

But this paper I'm chasing

Treat me like a option

I'll show you how many I got

Run up to the top no stop

Run up till your block is hot

And I'm with Rich

What you going do

New money wouldn't recognize

The old you

New shit little bitch

Let me show you

Broke back then

Yeah that was old news

Bitches want to fuck cause of my

Jimmy Choo's

And I'm back on the road

I'm still sliding with that pole

And I'm pouring up fours

Got me feeling so throwed

Shit I'm feeling so throwed

Got my eyes so low

Got my eyes so closed

Yeah