Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Old School Drip , by - Lil Pete. Release date: 05.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Old School Drip |
| Ayy, Hardaway, yeah |
| Hardaway, yeah |
| They say the murder gang cool 'til you live in a box |
| Can’t, with them niggas, they wasn’t passin' the rock |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Ayy |
| This shit’ll eat you alive |
| Seen a nigga lose trial 'cause he was living with pride |
| He was a million dollar nigga, now he beggin' for five |
| I can count my real niggas with a hand to five |
| Had to go up in the house before sundown |
| System love nobody 'cause the kids gettin' gunned down |
| 10 years old, seen a nigga get ran down |
| War goin' on so you sleepin' with your gun out |
| Champions and chances, keep a line in Kansas |
| Never front your move, they gon' paint you like a canvas |
| I won’t never stop grinding 'til my mama in that mansion |
| All he wanna do is jack sons like he Janet |
| And never sit up on your ass, 'cause them people, I can’t stand it |
| Direct like TV, we don’t diss with Instagram-ing |
| She boosting and she scamming, baby do damage |
| Do it by herself 'cause lil' baby bring them bands in |
| They say the murder gang cool 'til you live in a box |
| I can’t win with them niggas, they wasn’t passin' the rock |
| Poppin' Dom Pérignon while y’all poppin' Ciroc |
| Same niggas that salute wanna see a nigga flop |
| Poppin' Perkys for the pain, pop your bitch 'cause you a lame |
| When you doin' bad, they act like they don’t know a nigga’s name |
| Public housing, Section 8, we from the mud and the rain |
| Don’t compare us, we are not alike, we aren’t the same |
| They say the dope game good until the end of your trial |
| We in a frenzy for that money, you can’t spend when you die |
| The streets on fire tryna make it through the end of July |
| The road wipe him out, you ever seen a grown man cry? |
| Couple niggas switched sides, got me layin' with mine |
| Still scrambling in the streets, mama praying outside |
| Son take it one day at a time |
| They took Snoop, fuck 'em two at a time |
| Your day comin' if you true to the grind |
| You gotta live with them mistakes, ain’t no pressin' rewind |
| And if the plate big enough then I be blessin' the guys |
| Niggas ain’t solid, they was snakes in disguise |
| They thought I was falling off, I was taking my time |
| I was really falling back, I was crossing them lines |
| Taking penitentiary chances just so I could provide |
| See an opp, take his life 'cause they’ll try to take mine |
| Niggas smilin' like they happy, wanna see me break down |
| The harder way |
| They say the murder gang cool 'til you live in a box |
| I can’t win with them niggas, they wasn’t passin' the rock |
| Poppin' Dom Pérignon while y’all poppin' Ciroc |
| Same niggas that salute wanna see a nigga flop |
| Poppin' Perkys for the pain, pop your bitch 'cause you a lame |
| When you doin' bad, they act like they don’t know a nigga’s name |
| Public housing, Section 8, we from the mud and the rain |
| Don’t compare us, we are not alike, we aren’t the same |