Old school
RFMG
Ol' Old School Ol' Old School
Cyhi
Old School King Shit
O Ol' Old School
Hit stu body bag that booth
Swag rap ina hazmat suit
When I'm gone they'll be geekin' I had statues
Introduced that ex that she had tattooed
That dude ol skool man I slide by creep slow
If she fine beep beep tho
One of those three deep in a Jeep hoes
Look, I could take ya out to eat lemme' beat though
Body bad, hour glass
Yo bitch like a ten piece mild all flats
Body look steam-rolled
Me? Gotta be the hottest think about it I'm
Always accompanied by a goddess, I'm
Best unsigned in the booth and I sing though amazed by a king they ain't seen my team tho
Anytime I speak that's a key-note
TP roll full of c-notes
Anytime I sneeze that's a kilo
Make a tape with a dime like it's b-roll
Mirror on the ceiling it feed my ego
"When you become star will you still need me though?"
Nah, bitch I got that je ne sais quoi
Flow diamond hard, born to be star
Still bench seats when a king ride
Same lil ol king from the Eastside
Still face three fives let a beat ride peak high lookin' like I got two pink eyes
Eastside Peach state
Look how far we came
Kingshit, RF over everything
Ol-ol Skool, Eastside
Skatin tall in that Ol skool
Where the trap is god
Ol-ol Skool, Eastside
Skatin tall in that Ol skool
Where the trap is god
Ol-Ol skool Eastside
Skatin tall in that Ol skool
Eastside, Eastside
We ride, we ride
Old skool no shoes
FILA, FILA
I ain't got on no suit, but I got street ties
Three five three five
We high, we high
Know how we ride, and I stay with the gun too
In the club do my one-two
Tell a stripper that I want you
Tell ya' lil' friend she could come too
Let's dip nigga fondue
'Cause soon as you get your first prezi
Niggas wanna' do you like John Booth
It's kind of ironic, I been lookin' at the moon through the sun-roof
She wanna be my woman but first I gotta see how many hoops she could jump through
Biitch sweet like junk food
Probly heard a lot about me that was untrue
I don't remember ever being uncool
Twenty-one I had house with a dumb pool
Please don't let one of my niggas trunk you
Catch a body like a fan of a punk group
She said her ex was a nightmare, I said girl relax dreams come true
Don't trip we straight
And it's like three A
M in the morning, on the freeway in GA
Ol-ol Skool, Eastside
Where the trap is god
Where the trap is god
Ol-ol Skool, Eastside
Skatin tall in that Ol skool
Where the trap is god
Ol-Ol skool Eastside
Skatin tall in that Ol skool
Ol-ol Skool, Eastside
Skatin tall in that Ol skool
Where the trap is god
Ol-ol Skool, Eastside
Skatin tall in that Ol skool