Old English Lyrics - Asap Ferg

Old English, 800 capsules of Molly 

Just be very still, I ain't gonna hurt anybody 

Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it 

I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets 

Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins 

Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins 

I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins 

Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins 

Chrissy Carter bezel inside my baby pampers, eww 

I get off the work and let the j's snout the scale 

My bitch ride slow with the yay like she get L's 

I wear that white, I cook that white, but I am not no chef 

Had a little soda, put the tan on it 

I got the shit for my L O and my shawty want it 

I drink more mud than a pig, I think pork want me 

And the front of the Mazzi look like a fork don't it? 

Let it breathe 

I'm not no rat but Young Thugger be chasing cheese 

I want the M's and I'm not talking Micky D's 

My jewelry gold like the tokens at Chuck E. Cheese 

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Old English, 800 capsules of Molly 

Just be very still, I ain't gonna hurt anybody 

Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it 

I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets 

Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins 

Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins 

I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins 

Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins 

Slammin' with my youngin's, couple hundred onions 

Breaking down them 20's what you need, we got it for you 

Chop a chicken down, them chicken nuggets for my Cutlass 

Spray that Cutlass, threw them Forgiato's on that motherfucker 

Gangsta Gibbs ho' 

Fresh up off the powder pan, so low on the '94 

Bitch, I want that powder bag, geekers do that zombie walk 

Bitch, I let the chopper talk 

Niggas get to talking, ch-ch-chop 'em off like Tomahawks 

Ch-ch-chop 'em off like Tomahawks 

Eight thousand capsules of molly 

Yeah, selling dope, and robbing, momma I dropped out of college 

Yeah, jumped off on this rap shit, I've been one hundred solid 

Yeah, police ever catch me then they gon' catch a body 

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Old English, 800 capsules of Molly 

Just be very still, I ain't gonna hurt anybody 

Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it 

I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets 

Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins 

Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins 

I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins 

Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins 

One night I was in Santos, it was lit like a candle 

I was fly like a bird, I had on Stüssy Bape camo 

With a cutie espanol, she had a booty like J-Lo 

She had on leggings and sandals, you've been trapped in the bando 

She has to trap in the bando, 'cause her momma got cancer 

She can't work in the states because her green papers ain't legal 

Fuck Obama un peso, she be like grande un peso, push the molly un peso 

So she can feed her abuelo, she refuse to just settle 

On them shoes with them red soles 

And refuse to be nude in front of them dudes on that depot 

She can't lose she just ooze a bunch of ambition like Nepo 

Meanwhile I could be ruler, and ride the streets on my Benzo 

So, can she get molly, so bicurious off her friends though 

Cause I'm feeling birdy like nerdy but he be after the bando 

She pop 30's for Birdy, now Birdy's up to her head tho' 

Hold on I think I see Birdy, and Birdy killed my Cuban ho...