Yung Bleu - Old Days lyrics

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Yung Bleu - Old Days lyrics

[Intro] I be tryna tell these ni**as It's a whole different time This ain't the old days, a ni**a stackin' money now Let's get it [Verse 1] No, this ain't the old days, got a lil' money now Get that money in four ways, bring it back, bust it down The narcs out and we got the feds in town Bet I hit a plug, got some new meds in town Left him on the ground, no parade around Yellow tape, he was sleep, no bed around They wanna cross me, I know they wanna off me Wanna get with some ni**as respected, well, you better get with the murderers I be hangin' with felons and burglars I got a knife on me case it get surgical Sippin' that purple stuff Lean by the bottle, my b*tch out the bottom I fell in and out of love I got some big rocks How them diamonds dancin' in the Rolex, ni**a, I call it TikTok They gon' follow your car 'til you park, ayy He got shot at a pit stop I got your b*tch blocked, don't want your b*tch back, no I'm playin' tic-tac-toe, I got a big bankroll In the hood where you ni**as can't go [Chorus] Oh (Oh) Tell me is it love or is it hate for sure? Tell me is you real or is you fake for sure? I finally got my bag up, I can't fu*k with you hoes I can't fu*k with you hoes, I'm lit for sure [Post-Chorus] Can't fu*k with these ni**as These ni**as bad for business [Verse 2] Went copped me a throwaway, and it got thirty rounds Used to trap at the four-way, he servin' ounces and pounds Ain't none of my young ni**as scared of y'all I was sleepin' on the floor, no bed at all And that chopper gon' knock off his dreads and all Through the window, we shot at his head and all Since they wanna cross me, they better off me I move like a boss and I go where I wanna In my records, I gotta watch over my shoulder I need fifty a show or it's fu*k the promoter My estate got a guard gate and a Kubota I'm ridin' on green grass Come su*k me up with your mean ass Had to get off that sack like a screen pass ni**as pocket watchin', I be rockin' ostrich I been poppin', stickin', movin' like I'm Rocky She ate that dick like a plate of teriyaki I told her to come to the room, let's make it sloppy, ooh I know you a freak, so don't be actin' new Me and my ni**a did the switcharoo You know I'm the biggest lion in the zoo [Chorus] Oh Tell me is it love or is it hate for sure? Tell me is you real or is you fake for sure? I finally got my bag up, I can't fu*k with you hoes I can't fu*k with you hoes, I'm lit for sure Tell me is it love or is it hate for sure? Tell me is you real or is you fake for sure? Finally got my bag up, I'm so sick of these hoes I'm so sick of these hoes, I'm lit for sure [Outro] Lit for sure, lit for sure Lit for sure

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