Laylow Taeski - Old Friends Lyrics

Ayy yo Tae

That's that Petty cake, I put in too much work that's that dedicate
Hit his ass with that beef, make his head shake
I can't hang with that nigga, cuz that nigga way to fake
You f*ckin a bitch, but ha ass still masturbate
That's sum shit I can't take
Fool his ass, his ass poppin out outside, man he a goofy ass
Stupid ass, you backdoor my brother, now we on yo ass
100 bands, she did my brother wrong, I hope don't get a chance
He ain't go to 1st grade, he ain't do his math, we might just scam his ass
Hellcats, we put belt to ass, man we gon' fold his ass
Handyman, nigga we hunt shit down, boy call this bitch candy land
Old friends, man give me yo keys, I'm finna spin a Benz
Old friends never pop outside, 'cause it's the next gen
Old friends never stand on that business, 'cause they know that's the end
Old friends, never be yo friend, they always pretend
Old friends don't do shit, they don't know how to spin
Bros for life, we always stick together, even if the gang make it to a fall

Old friends know how do do that shit
Goo
Old friends know how to do that shit nigga
This the next gen nigga

That's that Petty cake, I put in too much work that's that dedicate
Hit his ass with that beef, make his head shake
I can't hang with that nigga, cuz that nigga way to fake
You f*ckin a bitch, but ha ass still masturbate
That's sum shit I can't take
Fool his ass, his ass poppin out outside, man he a goofy ass
Stupid ass, you backdoor my brother, now we on yo ass
100 bands, she did my brother wrong, I hope don't get a chance
He ain't go to 1st grade, he ain't do his math, we might just scam his ass
Hellcats, we put belt to ass, man we gon' fold his ass
Handyman, nigga we hunt shit down, boy call this bitch candy land
Old friends, man give me yo keys, I'm finna spin a Benz
Old friends never pop outside, 'cause it's the next gen
Old friends never stand on that business, 'cause they know that's the end

'Cause they its the end
Old Friends
Old Friends