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BabyTron

Kai Cenat / Old Days

 

Kai Cenat / Old Days

(album: MegaTron 2 - 2023)


[Kai Cenat]

Whew
Huh, hey
Granny think that I'm an angel, I

Granny think that I'm an angel, I was born with horns
I be balling on these young boys, you niggas corns
How ironic that I'm dripping, came from in the storm
You can tell he ain't a shooter, just look at his form
You can tell he go to school, probably in his dorm
Me and Tron in MIA swerving in a foregin
Big body on Collins Ave, come and hear her roar
This bitch ain't even tryna shake no ass, kick her out, she boring

(Gang)
I'm with Tron in the booth going back to back
Niggas capping in they raps, going hat for hat
I be smoking out the bowl, let's go pack for pack
Pull it out and up yo' roll, let's go rack for rack
Bustdown rollie avalanche, just like Kai Cenat
Only hit the bitch one time, I won't call her back
Get the head and then I cut the strings, I can't get attached
Only right it's me, Certy and Pat, we chilling in the trap
So many racks, why my pockets fat, they can't get no chill
Baby see my cuban now she tryna fuck, this bitch a gold digger
Palm Angels Moncler collab, watch the coat glitter
It's gon' be a hot summer, it's gon' be a cold winter
(On Gang)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Whew, whew)

Don't bring yo' ho to my show, you might get yo' bitch hit
Million dollar deals on the table, I'm a rich kid
My nigga tryna put that brrt on a nigga biscuit
Don't try to go against the guys, boy, you don't wanna risk it
I know if I miss the shot, Tyler got the tip in
Better duck, better get low, my shooter split wigs
Catch you walking out the door, we don't wanna hit cribs
A million dollar shit, check it off off my wishlist

[Old Days]

Ayy, SBDSM
Long live the scam
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Skee

Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like "No way"
Pocket full of guap, it ain't nothing like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain't 'cause we rich, give a fuck 'bout what a ho say
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like "No way"
Pocket full of guap, it ain't nothing like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain't 'cause we rich, give a fuck 'bout what a ho say

Get a look at them bands in my safe, you might pass out
Pull up to the party and we back in, we don't back out
Young nigga, I'ma bring them racks in, I'm a cash cow
I don't like when niggas get to acting funny like they class clowns
Take a nigga bitch then treat her like a blunt, she get passed 'round
Niggas capping out here pulling stunts, sit yo' ass down
Talking 'bout money, nigga, know I got a bunch, bring them racks out
Many niggas, they be fake and all they like to do is cap now
All these niggas do is cap, man, go and get ya hat
Pull up in that coupe like Batman, nigga, it's all black
She a eater just like Pacman, nigga, that's a gnat
I'ma get up in them racks and nigga that's a fact
Nigga, I'ma get up, chase that dough, do that on the daily
Bitch my name ain't Captain-Save-A-Ho, I can't do no saving
Man I heard they tryna book me for a show, man, they gotta pay me
Everyday we chasing money on the road, niggas really lazy

Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like "No way"
Pocket full of guap, it ain't nothing like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain't 'cause we rich, give a fuck 'bout what a ho say
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like "No way"
Pocket full of guap, it ain't nothing like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain't 'cause we rich, give a fuck 'bout what a ho say (Hey, hey)

Give a fuck 'bout what a ho think
Lil' bitch all up on my woody, call her Bo Peep
Grind equals no sleep (Grind equals no sleep)
Final drive down six, fuck around and go deep
Rockstar lifestyle, viewer discretion advised
Had to blow the whistle, doggy knew not to step on the line
When it's said and done, bet I was super ahead of my time
You gon' feel the vibe flip when them shooters stepping inside
I can't miss a flight, nah, I do 'em a step at a time
Catch me cooling off a deuce, like dude, that's a regular high
Baby bottles 'round like I'm a pops, we just measuring lines
Knew I was the one, I brought it back any regular time
Me and Luh Tyler from the mitten down to Florida
All this gold got me feeling godly, giving out a Nora
White boy, Kyle Herder, catch me scoring out in Georgia
Eyes low, still'll whip them fans out like Kimora
Out exploring, got my Apple Maps open like I'm Dora
Ended up in Spain, I'm out here spending Euros in Zamora
Lil' bitch ain't got no morals, pulled up on me, gave me oral
Cuddy off too many drugs right now, he think that he immortal
I done overdid the shrooms, think I'm sinking through a portal
Sliding in the ghost, I guess the activity paranormal
Why they hating on us? Got it out the mud like some ogres
Heard they still napping on me, wake 'em up like some Folgers
You can try and fuck me over, DSM, I'm with some soldiers
Streets chilly than a bitch but my holding set was colder
Star player, catch a body, bet I'm still gon' sell some posters
Up and down, up and down, life really a roller coaster
Get a bitch, remote control 'er
You ain't sell no tickets, now you a promoter
Sitting on the rim from when we had us no exposure
Off an oxycodone, boy, my shooter low composure
Do a driveby, blow the motor
Blowing zotty, I can't stop because the sherrifs know the odor
All that acting like the plug, boy, cut it out, I know the grower
Life gon' try to stop you at the rim, but I'm gon' throw up floaters
Is that kid gon' hit the bucket when the team up on his shoulders?

Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like "No way"
Pocket full of guap, it ain't nothing like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain't 'cause we rich, give a fuck 'bout what a ho say
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like "No way"
Pocket full of guap, it ain't nothing like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain't 'cause we rich, give a fuck 'bout what a ho say

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