"Old School Flex" lyrics
Jords, D Double E & Izzy Bizu Lyrics
Old school flex like O to the A
Old school flex, done road in my Js
Old school flex like back in the day
Old school flex like gun fingers in the rave
Twos up, skanking away
Bare man are bad but they actually ain't
Walk in the party, smile and I'm dancing
'Cause I got bread in the bank, and I wave
Stick to the G code
I play Giggs, not Migos
Old school flex like Bebo
Uh, it's all blessed inside, but if it kicks off
Then we pull up outside like a reload
Dip to the ends and I lay low
Old school flex like D Double E and Kano
Funky house on the radio
It's that back-in-the-day flow, yeah
Some people get jealous of my style
Some people try messing with my mind
But I have always been alone
This is what it's like to be a freak
I lost all the fake 'cause I don't need
They hang around for fame but not for me
This is what it's like to be a freak, freak, freaky
Oh my God, yo
I'm the old-school one, man can't diss me
Making iceberg history
Where I get my swag from, it's a mystery
Guess it's a old-school ting
I might pull out my Chaps or my sovereign ring
Nine-Nights it, you can come away, my ting
Every DJ haffi play my ting
It's a reload if I, if I say one
(Ooh ooh)
Bidabupbup, back in the day when Desmond was on
Them time there you had the Jah Mason
I've always had my head screwed on
From young I've always been making warm
Look good when I got a suit on
Look, I don't wanna make it a biggie
Man grew up on 2Pac, grew up on Biggie
Some people get jealous of my style
Some people try messing with my mind
But I have always been alone
This is what it's like to be a freak
I lost all the fake 'cause I don't need
They hang around for fame but not for me
This is what it's like to be a freak, freak, freaky
Uh
Spill some drink for those that have fallen
Orange juice for my Captain Morgan
Only family can call me Jordan
Old school flex and light in the morning
(Skank, skank)
Ayy, old school flex like boot cut jeans
Done a couple bad things but we got Ps
Day and nighted when I went OT
Uh, I got the juice and sauce
Sippin' on OJ with my OGs
Hot headed boy but I get cold feet
Don't owe nobody, nobody owes me
Dip to the ends and I lay low
Old school flex like D Double E and Kano
Funky house on the radio
It's that back-in-the-day flow, uh
Some people get jealous of my style
Some people try messing with my mind
But I have always been alone
This is what it's like to be a freak
I lost all the fake 'cause I don't need
They hang around for fame but not for me
This is what it's like to be a freak, freak, freaky
Old school flex, done road in my Js
Old school flex like back in the day
Old school flex like gun fingers in the rave
Twos up, skanking away
Bare man are bad but they actually ain't
Walk in the party, smile and I'm dancing
'Cause I got bread in the bank, and I wave
Stick to the G code
I play Giggs, not Migos
Old school flex like Bebo
Uh, it's all blessed inside, but if it kicks off
Then we pull up outside like a reload
Dip to the ends and I lay low
Old school flex like D Double E and Kano
Funky house on the radio
It's that back-in-the-day flow, yeah
Some people get jealous of my style
Some people try messing with my mind
But I have always been alone
This is what it's like to be a freak
I lost all the fake 'cause I don't need
They hang around for fame but not for me
This is what it's like to be a freak, freak, freaky
Oh my God, yo
I'm the old-school one, man can't diss me
Making iceberg history
Where I get my swag from, it's a mystery
Guess it's a old-school ting
I might pull out my Chaps or my sovereign ring
Nine-Nights it, you can come away, my ting
Every DJ haffi play my ting
It's a reload if I, if I say one
(Ooh ooh)
Bidabupbup, back in the day when Desmond was on
Them time there you had the Jah Mason
I've always had my head screwed on
From young I've always been making warm
Look good when I got a suit on
Look, I don't wanna make it a biggie
Man grew up on 2Pac, grew up on Biggie
Some people get jealous of my style
Some people try messing with my mind
But I have always been alone
This is what it's like to be a freak
I lost all the fake 'cause I don't need
They hang around for fame but not for me
This is what it's like to be a freak, freak, freaky
Uh
Spill some drink for those that have fallen
Orange juice for my Captain Morgan
Only family can call me Jordan
Old school flex and light in the morning
(Skank, skank)
Ayy, old school flex like boot cut jeans
Done a couple bad things but we got Ps
Day and nighted when I went OT
Uh, I got the juice and sauce
Sippin' on OJ with my OGs
Hot headed boy but I get cold feet
Don't owe nobody, nobody owes me
Dip to the ends and I lay low
Old school flex like D Double E and Kano
Funky house on the radio
It's that back-in-the-day flow, uh
Some people get jealous of my style
Some people try messing with my mind
But I have always been alone
This is what it's like to be a freak
I lost all the fake 'cause I don't need
They hang around for fame but not for me
This is what it's like to be a freak, freak, freaky
