Oldskool

I'm tryna flip birds no middle finger
Speeding up the motorway in a little ringer
I'm Scar in the jungle you dickheads little Simba
No dough, no hope, little scrape and scrimper
Like I'd die for summer but I live for winter
I keep the swammy on deck, battleship sinker
I roll up all black like
The Mossberg explodes fresh like Lucy Pinder
I need to calm down I'm killing 'em
I treat lines like zoots I keep billing 'em

I treat this drug game militant
Soldiers on the strip, couple flips, couple dillingers
So before you move one I'm tryna move three
And I'd be lying if I said I've ever moved keys
But I can get you a box of some blue cheese
6-9 With a little drink I'm tryna do me

I'm a seasoned vet, you're a newbie
I'm in a trap house cutting up some new B
Sometimes I'm out there for like two weeks
Your grub's fourteen days darg, too weak
You're having a giraffe think my food's cheap
So I'm on D Block like I knew Sheek