Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old Days, artist - Yung Bleu. Date of issue: 22.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Old Days |
| I be tryna tell these niggas |
| It’s a whole different time |
| This ain’t the old days, a nigga stackin' money now |
| Let’s get it |
| No, this ain’t the old days, got a lil' money now |
| Get that money in four ways, bring it back, bust it down |
| The narcs out and we got the feds in town |
| Bet I hit a plug, got some new meds in town |
| Left him on the ground, no parade around |
| Yellow tape, he was sleep, no bed around |
| They wanna cross me, I know they wanna off me |
| Wanna get with some niggas respected, well, you better get with the murderers |
| I be hangin' with felons and burglars |
| I got a knife on me case it get surgical |
| Sippin' that purple stuff |
| Lean by the bottle, my bitch out the bottom |
| I fell in and out of love |
| I got some big rocks |
| How them diamonds dancin' in the Rolex, nigga, I call it TikTok |
| They gon' follow your car 'til you park, ayy |
| He got shot at a pit stop |
| I got your bitch blocked, don’t want your bitch back, no |
| I’m playin' tic-tac-toe, I got a big bankroll |
| In the hood where you niggas can’t go |
| Oh (Oh) |
| Tell me is it love or is it hate for sure? |
| Tell me is you real or is you fake for sure? |
| I finally got my bag up, I can’t fuck with you hoes |
| I can’t fuck with you hoes, I’m lit for sure |
| Can’t fuck with these niggas |
| These niggas bad for business |
| Went copped me a throwaway, and it got thirty rounds |
| Used to trap at the four-way, he servin' ounces and pounds |
| Ain’t none of my young niggas scared of y’all |
| I was sleepin' on the floor, no bed at all |
| And that chopper gon' knock off his dreads and all |
| Through the window, we shot at his head and all |
| Since they wanna cross me, they better off me |
| I move like a boss and I go where I wanna |
| In my records, I gotta watch over my shoulder |
| I need fifty a show or it’s fuck the promoter |
| My estate got a guard gate and a Kubota |
| I’m ridin' on green grass |
| Come suck me up with your mean ass |
| Had to get off that sack like a screen pass |
| Niggas pocket watchin', I be rockin' ostrich |
| I been poppin', stickin', movin' like I’m Rocky |
| She ate that dick like a plate of teriyaki |
| I told her to come to the room, let’s make it sloppy, ooh |
| I know you a freak, so don’t be actin' new |
| Me and my nigga did the switcharoo |
| You know I’m the biggest lion in the zoo |
| Oh |
| Tell me is it love or is it hate for sure? |
| Tell me is you real or is you fake for sure? |
| I finally got my bag up, I can’t fuck with you hoes |
| I can’t fuck with you hoes, I’m lit for sure |
| Tell me is it love or is it hate for sure? |
| Tell me is you real or is you fake for sure? |
| Finally got my bag up, I’m so sick of these hoes |
| I’m so sick of these hoes, I’m lit for sure |
| Lit for sure, lit for sure |
| Lit for sure |