"Old Fashioned" lyrics
I'm sippin' old fashioned, hoes gettin' thrashed in
Out the spot, I send 'em packin' 'cause I'm relaxin'
Five or more like a Jackson
But I don't want you back, I leave 'em in the past tense
I'm ridin' Lamborghini and I'm wearin' half-tints
Believe that they ain't see me, you don't have sense
Sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch
I'm way outta your reach 'cause my paper's up
It's Big Dope Boy Troy, through it all, I prevail
My nigga gave me ten bricks outta jail
Some are still are for sale, with the yay, I'm goin' HAM
That's another milli' if I get a hundred every gram
So I play it safe, slow and steady wins the race
Keep droppin' mixtapes, buy communities with gates
To niggas with no plate, this ain't what you jackin'
You more likely to catch me golfin' than catch me lackin'
What has happened?
I don't know what happened to you niggas
All I know is we was all in the
We all started from goals, like, you know what I mean? It's a marathon
Next thing I know, I look back
And I ain't see nobody
Feel me?
It was like we all started, we all boarded the plane, next thing you know
I look back
And I seen everybody
I mean, I was in the front, you feel me?
Know what I'm sayin'? I was
Next thing you know, I took off and I looked down and I ain't see nobody
Nigga, I'm so up, a nigga gotta put a sign
You gotta lay your whole family out in a sign, "Fuck you, Troy Ave"
Y'all gotta lay out like
How they be doin' the shit where they spell shit out with the, with the body parts on, like, a football field?
You gotta take your whole family and spell out some hatin' shit
That's how up I am
Like
What happened? Haha
Dope Boy Troy
Out the spot, I send 'em packin' 'cause I'm relaxin'
Five or more like a Jackson
But I don't want you back, I leave 'em in the past tense
I'm ridin' Lamborghini and I'm wearin' half-tints
Believe that they ain't see me, you don't have sense
Sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch
I'm way outta your reach 'cause my paper's up
It's Big Dope Boy Troy, through it all, I prevail
My nigga gave me ten bricks outta jail
Some are still are for sale, with the yay, I'm goin' HAM
That's another milli' if I get a hundred every gram
So I play it safe, slow and steady wins the race
Keep droppin' mixtapes, buy communities with gates
To niggas with no plate, this ain't what you jackin'
You more likely to catch me golfin' than catch me lackin'
What has happened?
I don't know what happened to you niggas
All I know is we was all in the
We all started from goals, like, you know what I mean? It's a marathon
Next thing I know, I look back
And I ain't see nobody
Feel me?
It was like we all started, we all boarded the plane, next thing you know
I look back
And I seen everybody
I mean, I was in the front, you feel me?
Know what I'm sayin'? I was
Next thing you know, I took off and I looked down and I ain't see nobody
Nigga, I'm so up, a nigga gotta put a sign
You gotta lay your whole family out in a sign, "Fuck you, Troy Ave"
Y'all gotta lay out like
How they be doin' the shit where they spell shit out with the, with the body parts on, like, a football field?
You gotta take your whole family and spell out some hatin' shit
That's how up I am
Like
What happened? Haha
Dope Boy Troy
