I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
Got the beat turned up
Go date wise, I'm the nigga from the flyer
Gettin' money till I expire
You better ask these mother***ers about me
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
Got the beat turned up
Go date wise, I'm the nigga from the flyer
Gettin' money till I expire
You better ask these mother***ers about me
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
Got the beat turned up
High than giraffe, pussy at the light stuff
Slappin' icky mouse on my way to your bitch house
Be talkin' hella *** but not with my dick in her mouth
I see my relative in the traffic
You got some work?
Nah, blood
That's just some bass ***, we be sayin' all kinda things
We said trip, but we don't gangbang
I'm still drunk from last night
But I ain't whooped, it's one of them good hangos
Hope they don't throw me out
Throw the book right at me
Lock me up and throw away the key
One more DUI, I'm history
Gettin' money is my specialty
A stack and a half for a half a piece
I give it to you at Jose
Long as you spend your cash with me
But I hope you ain't the propane
The pacharello, the fuzz
Keep your mouth shut, no detail
Don't throw me under the bus
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
Got the beat turned up
Go date wise, I'm the nigga from the flyer
Gettin' money till I expire
You better ask these mother***ers about me
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
Got the beat turned up
Go date wise, I'm the nigga from the flyer
Gettin' money till I expire
You better ask these mother***ers about me
I'm ridin' clean as ***
With a fiend and slut
Past 25 years, you seen what's up
A hundred cars, a hundred broads every year
I can barely hear
My music's loud and clear
About to run this little bitch and get up outta here
And if you mad, nigga, I don't care
I'm livin' my life like a rap star
Everything I do, mother***ers say that's hard
You can go behind the music, I don't care
Music like VH1
All the records I sold and all the *** I done
Platinum after platinum, you say what?
All I do is hustle, it ain't never been luck
It's that all day, everyday grind
If you owe me, you better pay me on time
And if you *** with me, you know I stay on point
I count the C notes to ones and I'm savin' coins
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
Got the beat turned up
Go date wise, I'm the nigga from the flyer
Gettin' money till I expire
You better ask these mother***ers about me
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
Got the beat turned up
Go date wise, I'm the nigga from the flyer
Gettin' money till I expire
You better ask these mother***ers about me
Block nigga on the half with a cannonball
Her hand in my drawer, say what up to Shannon, y'all
And we can get it off of my Sartor to Prokothal
***'ll make your heart stop, call it King of Pop
I'm in the drop with the top down, go wide
Cherry pie in my Swiss, all I blow is five
Loud packs, you can come and get what you want
And I ain't never done what you desire
White walls with the gold striped bow tie
I'm higher than the brick building and your boy chillin'
And I don't *** with broke niggas when I'm dope dealin'
See, I know the feelin'
Get your paper up
Coke white lookin' bright with the same guts
I got the G-Boy Waves, I call it 89
On the grind, gettin' mine since 89
It may be fine, but she really ain't a nigga kind
I'm from the era, and that 40 cal might scare you
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
Got the beat turned up
Go date wise, I'm the nigga from the flyer




Gettin' money till I expire
You better ask these mother***ers about me
Mother***er!
I'm in the old school nigga, cocaine guts
Got the beat turned up
Bro, Dayton Wise, I'm the nigga from the fly
Gettin' money till I expire
You better ask these mother***ers about me
Mother***er!
You better ask these mother***ers about me