OLD SOUL (feat. G Herbo)

Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah (Romeo IV)
 Yeah, yeah
 Big Glock four-oh, yeah
 Ridin' in a four door, yeah
 We was servin' low-low, yeah
 Come get it for the low-low, yeah
 Never cuff a ho-ho, yeah
 Drive it off like oh-ho, yeah
 Take it to they front door, yeah
 Never talk to po-po
 Man, I got a old soul, yeah
 I'm sorry that I got a old soul, yeah
 But we only totin' on four-fours
 And I'm never breaking the bro code
 Do this shit all for my big bro, yeah
 I'm sorry that I got a old soul, yeah
 Like, can I get a minute? Let a nigga finish
 I'm too deep up in it, uh
 They hate how I'm winnin', sorry I been sinnin'
 They say I'm forgiven, uh
 Mad that I can't flip it, I put up them digits
 Told 'em go and get it, uh
 Find 'em out here spinnin', man they got precision
 I know they ain't missing, uh
 Tryna please my mama, stackin' up these commas
 I'm just like my papa, uh
 I ain't with the drama, call me the Don Dada
 I move like Obama, uh
 Plus I keep a llama and I love the choppas
 Bitch I'm like Mufasa, uh
 Hotter than a sauna, name a rapper hotter
 I'ma say he not a, uh
 I'm, I'm in love with Louis, I'm in love with Gucci
 She in love with Prada, uh
 He say he gon' shoot me, bitch, my life a movie
 I get that a lotta
 This clip hold a hundred anacondas, stick it in the choppa
 Show you who's a shotta, bitch, pick up your partner
 Nigga now I got her, you can't say de nada
 Big Glock four-oh, yeah
 Ridin' in a four door, yeah
 We was servin' low-low, yeah
 Come get it for the low-low, yeah
 Never cuff a ho-ho, yeah
 Drive it off like oh-ho, yeah
 Take it to they front door, yeah
 Never talk to po-po
 Man, I got a old soul, yeah
 I'm sorry that I got a old soul, yeah
 But we only totin' on four-fours
 And I'm never breaking the bro code
 Do this shit all for my big bro, yeah
 I'm from that block where they rob and they kill
 Young nigga starvin' and mobbin' for real
 Way before rap it was Glocks in the field
 Talkin' like that 'cause he probably for real
 I was front lines, still will when it get real
 Couldn't be a kid, now I'm grown, got a big wheel
 Slid on niggas, better ask how the Glick feel
 Only Thursday, we done been on six drills
 For real, lit with no deal
 Still in this bitch while my niggas on pills
 All of this ice in this bitch, I'm on chill
 Can't do no rap nigga shit, get no grill
 Can't be on rap niggas dick I want mills
 I really slept in the trap with no meals
 I really slept in the trap with them steels
 Four seven kick in the door, gotta peel (skrrt, nyoom)
 I'm still that nigga
 This like my eighth year in rap and I'm richer
 I still a bust down and packs with my niggas
 I just might walk in the trap with a Richard (Mille)
 I close my eyes, I see cap, I see crystals
 Open my eyes, I see Kobe, see pistols
 Fuck it, I'm gon' get some more of these dividends
 I slept in county, can't go in that bitch again (never)
 Crushes and felons
 Juice make me want put a four in the bitch again
 Told you I never look back, you weren't listening
 Now I'm so fried, we gotta keep distances
 Two niggas bitches, don't tell me what bitches did
 I don't do internet, I'm really in this shit
 Act like you into that, nah, you ain't innocent (bop, bop)
 It ain't no witnesses
 Big Glock four-oh, yeah
 Ridin' in a four door, yeah
 We was servin' low-low, yeah
 Come get it for the low-low, yeah
 Never cuff a ho-ho, yeah
 Drive it off like oh-ho, yeah
 Take it to they front door, yeah
 Never talk to po-po
 Man, I got a old soul, yeah
 I'm sorry that I got a old soul, yeah
 But we only totin' on four-fours
 And I'm never breaking the bro code
 Do this shit all for my big bro, yeah
 I'm sorry that I got a old soul, yeah