OLD TUNES

(album: CARE PACKAGE - 2023)

Yo Cochise, a weh dem a seh?
Told her I don't f
Told her I don't f
Told her I don't, uh, yeah
Told her I don't fight, yeah
Told her bring your pipe, yeah
I ain't with that sauce shit
Tell that boy good night, yeah

Yeah I thought I told you
Yeah I thought I told you
I ain't doing favors, all that shit is over
Might just get the Trackhawk
Might just get the Rover
Might go call the big shots
Might go get a chauffeur

Ok
Hoes, plenty
Friends, many
Bread, heavy
Benz, Bentley
Had to look up, pray to God, had to ask him if I'm ready
Now they asking me for change, but where was you when I had pennies
Niggas hate on me all day, but I don't care cause I got [?]
Like the freezer, I'm bipolar
Hop out the car seat, hop out the stroller
Hop to the Rollie
Why you tryna phone me?
Why you tryna talk to me, I thought you didn't know me?
Made my momma rich just off of vocals
'Member I was broke as hell, now your son is global

Off the, woah, yeah
Off the, uh, yeah
Off the drink, uh
Drink off the liquor
They know I'm capping, I don't drink, huh
When I get too stressed, yeah, I can't think, huh
Had to buss out all my cuban links
If he try me in this club he getting beat, oh my god
I could flash 100 thousand while you blink, oh my god
Making money, that's my one and only kink, oh my god

That's so lame, that's so burnt out
Shawty spent the night for once and she got turned thot, huh
Asked my shawty for another, I got cursed out, huh
I know one way or another it get worked out, yeah