Old Me

[Intro]
Fari, is- is that you?
(Rah-rah)

[Chorus]
Tell that bitch, "R.I.P. to the old me"
She so steady, she thinkin' she know me (Rah-rah)
She so desperate, tryna control me
I got a Glock, we 'bout to [?] rollies (Yeah)
Come get yo' mans, she tryna go hold me
It's too late, you niggas don't know me
She told me I'm different, but I cannot let her, she [?] (Yeah)
Tryna collect all my trophies (Fari gon' get to the bag)

[Verse 1]
I've been a baller, yeah, we goin' crazy in town (Crazy in town)
Don't give a fuck about how
I'm in the lounge, I had to go rollin' in loud (Rollin' in loud)
Steady go smokin' the pound
I got a duffel bag and a Glock with rounds (Yeah)
Shoot 'em all, go, "Pow" (Goin, "Pow")
Yeah, you know that we get around
Don't you try to make a sound, yeah (Make a sound)
I'm in the stu', yeah, you know we getting around
You fuckin' with me, out of bounds (Out of bounds)
You know I get down, she puttin' my dick in her mouth
She told me get down in her mouth (Get down in her mouth)
Caressin' that ho, I told her, "Get out of the blouse" (Yeah)
Takin' ya ho to my house (Ho to my house, yeah)
We throwin' a party, but we good at makin' no sound
I'm fuckin' that bitch and she loud, yeah (Yeah, she loud, yeah)
Cuffin' that bitch and you know I get down
You playin' around like a clown (Ooh)
I got time, I had to go put on my crown
You tryna go see if I'll drown, yeah
I'm callin' my crew, we bringin' it down (Ooh)
I'm smokin' that boof, I feel like I'm wild
She come in my room, I'm makin' her smile (Ooh)
I'm dressed in that Louis V', makin' a pile
She told me she know all my plans, yeah (All my plans, yeah)
Tryna get all of my bands, yeah
I told her, "I'm using my hands" Yeah (Using my hands)
I told her, "I know how to dance" Yeah (Know how to dance, yeah)
She wanna get down to my pants, yeah
She flyin' a jet, tryna land, yeah (Tryna land)
Tryna take over my land, yeah
I'm tryna go see all my fans, yeah (All my fans)

[Chorus]
Tell that bitch, "R.I.P. to the old me"
She so steady, she thinkin' she know me
She so desperate, tryna control me
I got a Glock, we 'bout to [?] rollies
Come get yo' mans, she tryna go hold me
It's too late, you niggas don't know me
She told me I'm different, but I cannot let her, she [?]
Tryna collect all my trophies

[Verse 2]
I got a big bag with a couple bands
We makin' hits like Bam
I had to hustle bad with my duffel bag (Woah, woah)
You know we get them stacks, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We had to go out, yeah, we gettin' them racks
You know that we go fast, yeah (We go fast)
We on top now, can't rely on the past (Woah)
We never goin' last, yeah
Bring that ho there, I don't wanna glow up (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, they tryna see me pour up (Oh)
Yeah, they wanna see me blow up (Woah, woah)
She invited me to show up
I said, "No, ho, we gotta go up" (We gotta go up)
Get that Glock now, had to load up (Blah-blah)
If you tryna get to know us
Win that lottery, that's a big plus (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Tell that bitch, "R.I.P. to the old me" (Rah-rah)
She so steady, she thinkin' she know me
She so desperate, tryna control me (Rah-rah)
I got a Glock, we 'bout to [?] rollies (Yeah)
Come get yo' mans, she tryna go hold me
It's too late, you niggas don't know me
She told me I'm different, but I cannot let her, she [?] (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tryna collect all my trophies