B Youngin' - Old Days Lyrics

Can't many bitch out by myself, I pray and meditate Can't many bitch out by myself, I pray and meditate
Been on the road all day, ayy I ain't tryna sit on the road all day
Feel like I still see my old ways, ayy Feel like I still see my old ways
Look, feel like I still see my old ways Them times were hard, ain't tryna think about them all day

Went to the yard, back to my cell, make sure my bag straight
Can't many bitch out by myself, I pray and meditate
Used to f*ck them hoes locked in that cell, waitin' on Jack Payne
Shout-out to them studs, they makin' hunks, stuck in the head and gaze

Shout-out to my plug, I hit them up, I f*ck with head and waist
Boosted my pound, I'm outta the way I lock my mind, feel my feelings start to fade away
They hate, I beat that cake See you later, I'm Apple Chain
Who wanna do with me? I heard they wanna turn my brain

They better leave me alone, before I go ride on
Been a minute since I heard a bang, gon' put that fire on
Right now I'm in the booth, feelin' loose, I'm out that juice
He with him, get him too, young and back on 22

Wanna see me take it down, I'm dyin' behind the deuce
Keep it true, I'm stuck in bed, all up in that zoo
Free Louisa, I got niggas who need me, I speak the truth
I got Xans, we got niggas fiend, I'm poppin' probably two

He got Benz, set that nigga up, got 10 on the move
From the bottom to the top, I don't know what we got to lose
We all we got, we don't lie, turn Stacky to the roof
Know them niggas just tryna plot, I had them shots, I feel the coup

Tell that bitch I didn't want that top, I just came out, I'm in that mood
Look, feel like it's still, see my old ways
Them times were hard, ain't tryna think about them all day
Went to the yard, back to my cell, make sure my bag straight

Can't meet this bitch out by myself, I pray I'm ready to take
This one for the ones locked in that cell, waitin' on Jack Pay
Shoutout to them studs, they make it hard, I'm stuck in the head and gaze
Shoutout to my plug, I hit him up, I f*ck with head and waist

Boost in my pound, I'm outta the way
I lock my mind, feel my feelings start to fade away
They head off, eat their cake
See you later, I'm out the chain

Who wanna do it, mate
I heard they wanna tear my frame
They better leave me alone
Before I go ride on

Been meanin' since I heard it, babe
Don't put that phone on
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Oh, oh
Young and goin' pretty, boy
Yeah, yeah