Rone NFN – Old Ways
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Old Ways

Feat. Quin NFN

IntroRone NFN

Ayy, I'ma still make sure they okay
Hold on, ayy, I’ma still make sure they okay
Hold on, I'ma still make sure they okay
Ayy, hold on, gang

ChorusRone NFN

I know they just wan' see me strugglin’
But I'ma still make sure they okay
Before I let one of these niggas ho me
I'd rather go back to my old ways
Ain't tryna go back to the old days
Tryna hit licks for a check, nigga
I'ma stay on my bag
'Til one of you niggas show me that you ain't got respect, nigga, gang

Verse 1Rone NFN

Bitch, I'm in the trap in designer
My young nigga strapped with a chopper
My Blood nigga say he a slime
I put a snake on his collar
Big bro hit a nigga for free
I don’t gotta give him a dollar
Bitch, I been a saint since a toddler
Don’t believe me, bitch, go ask my mama
I got the tool in the Gucci 'fit
Right by the belt where the tooly sit
Don’t gotta say shit, I'm a lunatic
I'ma step on the pack in some Louis kicks
Bitch, I put the dick where her booty sit
My young nigga strapped with a coolant kit
These VVS diamonds I'm coolin’ in
Nigga play like he with it, we shootin' shit
Fuck on your freak and we pass her 'round
You pussy niggas is cap and gown
Go to a show and we clap him down
Hit his block with them choppers and come back around
Man, we with that smoke, ain't no backing down
Tryna go run it up real fast
Told Quincho, bitch, I need a mil' fast
So I shot to LA for a lil' cash, gang

ChorusRone NFN

I know they just wan' see me strugglin'
But I'ma still make sure they okay
Before I let one of these niggas ho me
I'd rather go back to my old ways
Ain't tryna go back to the old days
Tryna hit licks for a check, nigga
I'ma stay on my bag
'Til one of you niggas show me that you ain't got respect, nigga, gang

Verse 2Quin NFN

I put that on my life, ain't no changin' up
When we pop out, bitch, we got the gang with us
These niggas be cappin' like they gettin' money
I swear that these niggas ain't made enough
When my bro hit your ho, you be mad than a bitch
When you callin' her phone, she be hangin' up
We gon' get that sack and split it with the team
'Cause I swear that this money ain't makin' us
All my young niggas with it
Tell 'em hold on, we gon' get it
Lil' bro get that sack and go flip it
You niggas be trippin'
Don't give a damn 'bout these bitches
We smash on these hoes, then we dippin'
Big Glocks with extensions
You should've stopped with the dissin'
Now we the reason niggas missin'
Got racks in the duffle, now these hoes on dick
'Cause they see that them young niggas get to them digits

ChorusRone NFN

I know they just wan' see me strugglin'
But I'ma still make sure they okay
Before I let one of these niggas ho me
I'd rather go back to my old ways
Ain't tryna go back to the old days
Tryna hit licks for a check, nigga
I'ma stay on my bag
'Til one of you niggas show me that you ain't got respect, nigga, gang

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