50s - Tree

Fuck y’all want

Whenever I will, nigga

I’s a cold nigga, young bold nigga

I was 15, 15 o’s nigga

I was 15, 16 hoes in the

In the 6-speed GTO with the

Paint job, bow-bows, in my tank top

I don’t got a tattoo on me, ain’t that

That’s something real, nigga, man I ain’t fronting

No shit, bullshit really ain’t nothing

Bunch of old whips, new kits, new shoes

I tell a old bitch «new year, new you»

Old problems came back like New-New's

Fuck a new nigga down with my old crew

Fuck my old crew, down with them new niggas

Eight or nine hoes — I don’t do niggas

Slang so southern, came from the city

Chi-town on my crown, got a Buck Fifty

Little homie got loud, nothing but fifties

In the projects proud, nothing but 50's