Old Styles

[Intro: ava online]
From the first time you smiled at me
You made my heart feel so clean and free
[?]
[?], but
Uh, haha, yeah (I will never, ever leave you lonely)
Yessir (Motherfucker)
We back motherfucker
Yo, listen

[Verse 1: ava online]
Everybody asking where did ava go
I went thru hell for a while so I'm tryna take it slow
But we back, ready to rap and watch my paper grow
This is new life, lil' bitch, this my vapor flow (New life now)
I push thru the crowd with a deft maneuver
Yo, baby, ditch your man, he a loser
Come vibe with me
I got some Dutches if you wanna get high with me
LSE, 608, this is my city
Ugh (Whatever, I'm being real!)
Bitch, I came to collect
You should shut the fuck up if you ain't coming correct
I keep it real, baby boy, ain't no special effects
It's just ava in the cut bumping Wreckx-n-Effect
All i wanna do is get that bullshit off the decks
And drop some brand new vibes right inside of your headtop
Shit, I'm just rockin old styles with the set
12 inches of raw dope, and I'm the connect
Motherfucker

[Break]
What we're dealing with here
Is a total lack of respect for the law
What we're dealing with here
Is a total lack of respect for the law
Ayy, posted up with doin' fine!

[Verse 2: doin' fine]
Kick back, I run through your whole crowd
Bitch slap, I turn into [?]
Geek pack, I'm puffin' on new loud
Six pack, I'm still sippin' Old Styles
Big racks, I'm here for blown out mixing
Zoned out spliff hits
If I'm going out then I'm going out swinging
What the fuck did
You
Think it
Was
Bitches
Top notes of Bergamot
And a orange silk scarf in a perfect knot
You can catch me fucking bitches at the burger shop
Taking Cuervo shots
On you, they gon' find you jerkin' off
In your Birkenstocks
And, me, my swag is furnace hot
If you run up on me
They gon' find your body deep in the ground
Underneath a suburban lot
And your shorty come through (She come through)
She wantin' me to turn her on
And she's just like my money
[?] both
They're twerking off

[Break: doin' fine and Guess Pre]
Oh my God
It's seven o'clock
What the fuck
Really, what
What the fuck
Oh my God
Fuck it man, the beat's hot
Fuck it man, the beat's hot
Fuck it-- Fuck it-- Fuck--
Fuck it man, the beat's hot
Fuck it man, fuck it--
Fuck it man, the beat's hot
You know what it is
This shit is real raps only
Had to get a real GOAT on this shit (GOAT on this shit)
It's Preezy, baby (Ayy, you got it)
Let's go

[Verse 3: Guess Pre]
My flow is stellar and I'm so clean
No Cinderella story, rollin' high beams (Y-yuh)
Best seller when it comes to me
But if they talkin' best ever, know they gotta mention Guess Pre
Two decades in on this workflow
Signing in with AOL, been on it since AOL dropped (You've got mail)
They tryna keep up with me, I say that's a no-go
I'm on god mode, still hit a feature for the low-low
Yeah they been sleepin on me, I think they need some No-Doz
Everything I make is gas, [?], they like "where the fuck my nose go?"
I ain't ever been in last, first place, finish line, posin' for the photo
I be on my new shit, but always been on dad mode
I been on the rise like my boots been on [?]
Dancing while I'm writin for my life
'Bout time I get it right
Go-Go Gadget cash flow

[Outro: Guess Pre]
Funny
Preezy
(ava online, ava online, ava online)