Old English

[Produced by Salva and Nick Hook] [Hook: Young Thug] Old English, 800 capsules of Molly Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins [Verse 1: Young Thug] Chrissy Carter bezel inside my baby pampers, eww I get off the work and let the j's snout the scale My bitch ride slow with the yay like she get L’s I wear that white, I cook that white, but I am not no chef Add a little soda, put the tan on it I got the shit for my L O and my shawty want it I drink more mud than a pig, I think porky want me And the front of the Mazzi look like a fork don't it? Let it breathe I'm not no rat but Young Thugger be chasing cheese I want the M's and I’m not talking Micky D’s My jewelry gold like the tokens at Chuck E. Cheese [Hook: Young Thug] Old English, 800 capsules of Molly Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Slammin' with my youngin’s, couple hundred onions Breaking down them 20’s what you need, we got it for you Chop a chicken down to chicken nuggets for my cluckers Spray that Cutlass, threw them Forgiato's on that motherfucker Gangsta Gibbs ho' Fresh up off the powder pan, so low on the ‘94 Bitch, I want that powder bag, geekers do that zombie walk Bitch, I let the chopper talk Niggas get to talking, ch-ch-chop ‘em off like Tomahawks Ch-ch-chop ‘em off like Tomahawks Eight thousand capsules of molly Yeah, selling dope, and robbing, momma I dropped out of college Yeah, jumped off on this rap shit, I’ve been one hundred solid Yeah, police ever catch me then they gon’ catch a body [Hook: Young Thug] Old English, 800 capsules of Molly Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins [Verse 3: A$AP Ferg] One night I was in Santos, it was lit like a candle I was fly like a bird, I had on Stüssy Bape camo With a cutie espanol, she had a booty like J-Lo She had on leggings and sandals, you've been trapped in the bando She has to trap in the bando, ‘cause her momma got cancer She can’t work in the states because her green papers ain’t legal Fuck Obama un peso, she needs like grande un peso Push the molly to Pedro, so she can feed her abuelo She refuse to just settle on them shoes with them red soles And refuse to be nude in front of them dudes on that dance pole She can’t lose she just ooze a bunch of ambition like Nepo-lian I could be ruler, and ride the streets on my Benzo So, there she get money vicarious off her friends though Cause a kid named Birdy look nerdy but he be after the bando She robbed Birdy for birdies now Birdy after her head though Hold on I think I see Birdy, and Birdy killed my Cuban ho...