Old Friends - Blac Youngsta

Whip it again, whip it again

My lil’niggas shoot the pan

Whip it again, whip it again

My lil’niggas shoot the pan

Old friend, old friend

Man I miss my old friend

Old friend, old friend

Man I miss my old friend

Lamborghini, Ventador

Man I miss my old rims

Kick a door, hit the floor

I came for you boyfriend

You don’t want a fucking smoke

It gone be a war again

I tote them big Glocks

Shoot you in your organs

Ride my nigga to the death

And I’ll ride my nigga to the death

And my flag hang on the right

And my bitch flag hang on the left

My bitch crippin crippin crippin

She been trippin trippin trippin

I can’t wait to lake kids of sleepin

If they shake junt she shit skripin

I gotta pay attantion

Nigga just cut your friend

It ain’t gang banger

If you don’t know how to twist your finger

All you rap niggas dead

Imma go like Drake, Imma gonna start singin (ooh-ooh)

If you cool with the Opps, nigga know I’m just gonna spank em

Beat the pussy like Flloyd yeah (x2)

Imma ex lounch to Atlanta kick it with Mr. Ronalds

They?

lil’nigga love to tell

They know that I’ve got good drug to sell

They know that they bitch love to play

They know that they bitch love to tell

Whip it again, whip it again

My lil’niggas shoot the pan

Whip it again, whip it again

My lil’niggas shoot the pan

Old friend, old friend

Man I miss my old friend

Old friend, old friend

Man I miss my old friend

You don’t want a fucking smoke

It gone be a war again

I tote them big Glocks

Shoot you in your organs

Why you pull me over-cause' you black (What)

Why my aunty cause' she crashed up

Why you cut this shit out -cause' it’s wet

I don’t like when a nigga stand behind my back-bodered me

You wanna go hit with the Mac- yeah

I just cought another flag-yeah

This my third year going in

Imma do another lap (gang gang)

Donald Trump fuckin' on everythang

This nigga need to go get slapped

Be careful how you throw up at California

Man that terrified you for a strap-foreal

Whip it again, whip it again

My lil’niggas shoot the pan

Whip it again, whip it again

My lil’niggas shoot the pan

Old friend, old friend

Man I miss my old friend

Old friend, old friend

Man I miss my old friend

Lamborghini, Ventador

Man I miss my old rims

Kick a door, hit the floor

I came for you boyfriend

You don’t want a fucking smoke

It gone be a war again

I tote them big Glocks

Shoot you in your organs