OLD SOUL (feat. G Herbo) (Clean)

OLD SOUL(feat. G Herbo) (Explicit) - 2KBABY/G Herbo

Lyrics by：Christian Todd/Herbert Randall Wright lll/Skip Scarborough

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Big glock four oh yeah

Ridin' in a four door yeah

We was servin' low low yeah

Come get it for the low low yeah

Never cuff a ho ho yeah

Drive it off like oh ho yeah

Take it to they front door yeah

Never talk to po po

Man I got a old soul yeah

I'm sorry that I got a old soul yeah

But we only totin' on four fours

And I'm never breaking the bro code

Do this sh*t all for my big bro yeah

I'm sorry that I got a old soul yeah

Like can I get a minute let a n***a finish

I'm too deep up in it uh

They hate how I'm winnin' sorry I been sinnin'

They say I'm forgiven uh

Mad that I can't flip it I put up them digits

Told 'em go and get it uh

Find 'em out here spinnin' man they got precision

I know they ain't missing uh

Tryna please my mama stackin' up these commas

I'm just like my papa uh

I ain't with the drama call me the Don Dada

I move like obama uh

Plus I keep allama and I love the choppas

B***h I'm like mufasa uh

Hotter than a sauna name a rapper hotter

I'ma say he not a uh

I'm I'm in love with Louis I'm in love with Gucci

She in love with Prada uh

He say he gon' shoot me b*tch my life a movie

I get that a lotta

This clip hold a hundred anacondas stick it in the choppa

Show you who's a shotta b*tch pick up your partner

N***a now I got her you can't say de nada

Big glock four oh yeah

Ridin' in a four door yeah

We was servin' low low yeah

Come get it for the low low yeah

Never cuff a ho ho yeah

Drive it off like oh ho yeah

Take it to they front door yeah

Never talk to po po

Man I got a old soul yeah

I'm sorry that I got a old soul yeah

But we only totin' on four fours

And I'm never breaking the bro code

Do this sh*t all for my big bro yeah

I'm from that block where they rob and they kill

Young n***a starvin' and mobbin' for real

Way before rap it was glocks in the field

Talkin' like that 'cause he probably for real

I was front lines still will when it get real

Couldn't be a kid now I'm grown got a big wheel

Slid on n***as better ask how the glick feel

Only thursday we done been on six drills

For real lit with no deal

Still in this b*tch while my n***as on pills

All of this ice in this b*tch I'm on chill

Can't do no rap n***a sh*t get no grill

Can't be on rap n***as d*ck I want mills

I really slept in the trap with no meals

I really slept in the trap with them steels

Four seven kick in the door gotta peel skrrt nyoom

I'm still that n***a

This like my eighth year in rap and I'm richer

I still a bust down and packs with my n***as

I just might walk in the trap with a Richard

I close my eyes I see cap I see crystals

Open my eyes I see kobe see pistols

F*ck it I'm gon' get some more of these dividends

I slept in county can't go in that b***h again never

Crushes and felons

Juice make me want put a four in the b*tch again

Told you I never look back you weren't listening

Now I'm so fried we gotta keep distances

Two n***as b*tch*s don't tell me what b*tch*s did

I don't do internet I'm really in this sh*t

Act like you into that nah you ain't innocent boop boop

It ain't no witnesses

Big glock four oh yeah

Ridin' in a four door yeah

We was servin' low low yeah

Come get it for the low low yeah

Never cuff a ho ho yeah

Drive it off like oh ho yeah

Take it to they front door yeah

Never talk to po po

Man I got a old soul yeah

I'm sorry that I got a old soul yeah

But we only totin' on four fours

And I'm never breaking the bro code

Do this sh*t all for my big bro yeah

I'm sorry that I got a old soul yeah

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