Old

(What, what)
(Uh, Woah, woah, woah)
Please don't touch my things
In all of that is money to buy some things
I need to guide some things
I need to hide some things
Can't abide to things (Huh)
What?
What?
Please don't touch my things
In all of that is money to buy some things
I need to guide some things
I need to hide some things
Can't abide to things (Huh)
Feel I been on lock
Inside is where I stay around the clock
You see my swag you mock
Sell my crack like pop
Your new balenci' isn't cropped
Your new balenci' is a flop
Your new balenci' isn't shit (Hol' up, wait)
You spit garbage and think it's a hit
You run in the lobby, I hope you choke on your spit
You think you're so big, you tryna' sign tits
I hope you get an opiate addiction, it wouldn't be lit
I hope you get an opiate addiction so you die
I hope your Mom cries
What she was saying to me, it was not lies
I'm a nice guy, but this song out of spite
I'm a nice guy, but they want the old spike
I'm a nice guy, but I'm not when I'm right
Hold up, hold up, hold up, huh
Taking shifts, can't make a shift
He give me lip, not taking it
Childhood I'm faking it
Make me feel safe, I take a hit
I'm a bitch
You just want smoke
Please don't touch my things
In all of that is money to buy some things
I need to guide some things
I need to hide some things
Can't abide to things (Huh)
What?
What?
Please don't touch my things
In all of that is money to buy some things
I need to guide some things
I need to hide some things
Can't abide to things (Huh)