Old News Lyrics

Can't play the block no more that's old news

Worn out like old shoes

Used to run around with rugers now it's pro tools, Hot shit

2000's baby but I'm old school, said I was turning up this year that's what I'm gon' do

Been heating up, just getting started and now I'm eating up

I can't end up like one of them niggas in jail sweeping up You Crazy

I move discreetly once that heater tucked

Ever since I took off on niggas they ain't been keeping up

Foot done hit the gas, bitches shaking ass

I ain't in to that, where the money at ?

Know I got some cash, but I don't wanna brag

Said they on my ass, but I don't need a pass

This that everyday gang shit

Riding switching lanes shit

Killers that I hang with

V block I'm sanctioned

Bitches be too basic thats why I'm paper chasing

Told the bros this part of the plan just have some patience

Im riding with the top down

Cause its hot out

Daring a fuck nigga try me with all these Glocks 'round

Pour me up, Yo hoe in here she getting knocked down

Bet you thought that bitch was a wifey but she a thot now

Money & the power, she wanna fuck me for hours

All these drugs getting devoured, she wanna take it to the shower

So I thug in it

Do my dirty dance but I don't buss in it

Told her I ain't like them old niggas cause they was cuffin' It

Cmon' now, player shit you made ya bed now lay in it

Don't fuck with them niggas cause they be onat' and they dangerous

Ain't get the picture give me a canvas and I'm painting it

5 star the gang I'm with, I spot a opp I'm aiming it

Fresh up off that strip, V Block that is

Making haters sick, call em fans take a flick

All be lame as shit, I don't be tripping just get to flamin' shit

Catch 'em while he playing with his life and now I'm taking it

Ain't wanna play the trenches

But fuck it now we in it

Standing on my business

We'll be gone in a minute

I ain't taking pics, see what I got on once I'm in it

This the latest drip, I can't say it all in one sentence

Man that old shit going out

Bad bitches showing out

Boring bitches, throw 'em out

Don't care that the corona out

Ain't been buying bags, just buying mags see what this shit about

Pussy's always all up in my mentions for some twitter clout

In here with some 'Patnas

Some of they ass rastas

Dreads heads, choppas

In here tweaking off the casa

And we rolling up, thing bout time we leave 'gon need a doctor

Got yo hoe wit us, he think he one of the guys he an imposter