CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Old News
Oh, oh
Oh woah, woah
I'm, I'm destined sippin', purple flippin'
Disco biscus trippin'
You say we friends and sh*t but you don't ever come and visit
I'm double fistin', mixin' crystals in whatever liquid
I grew up in the murder district, you ain't heard of this sh*t
I had to ride my own wave, I was burnin' bridges
My brother Stick still whippin', make millions in the kitchen
These b*t*hes keep on plottin' on me, takin' shots and missin'
I see the evil in your eye, got me superstitious, three wishes
Uh, yeah
But you're old news, hmm
I'm just tryna show you, yeah
You are only old news, yeah
I'm just tryna show you
Turn that girl into a bad b*t*h
Turn that b*t*h into a savage
And you might think she's outstanding
Make that b*t*h go through practice
f**k these b*t*hes like a hat trick
Take a couple pills for that magic
These models 'bout to get ratchet
These models 'bout to get ratchet
Give a f**k about what a source say
Don't attach me to your name
All you wanted was more fame
All they wanted was more fame
And you were always a distraction
It was never gonna last, and
You will always be the past, and
You're just tryna get reactions from me
But you're old news, hmm
I'm just tryna show you, yeah
You are only old news, yeah
I'm just tryna show you
Come live the high life with a low life
If the pu**y right, might go twice
Only smoke blunts if they rolled right
She down enough for the whole night
I'm thinkin' it's really on
Like what type of sh*t are you really on?
'Cause all we been drinkin' is De Leon
I'm gone but I feel like I'm really home
As long as you still feel the chemistry
The high got you numb but you feelin' me
I live for this sh*t but it's killin' me
As long as we don't kill the energy
I been mixin' pain with liquor, man
This ain't revenge, it's such a wicked game
That's what karma, what's your stripper name?
That's what karma, what's your stripper name?
Damn, ayy
But you're old news, hmm
I'm just tryna show you, yeah
You are only old news, yeah
I'm just tryna show you
Oh woah, woah
I'm, I'm destined sippin', purple flippin'
Disco biscus trippin'
You say we friends and sh*t but you don't ever come and visit
I'm double fistin', mixin' crystals in whatever liquid
I grew up in the murder district, you ain't heard of this sh*t
I had to ride my own wave, I was burnin' bridges
My brother Stick still whippin', make millions in the kitchen
These b*t*hes keep on plottin' on me, takin' shots and missin'
I see the evil in your eye, got me superstitious, three wishes
Uh, yeah
But you're old news, hmm
I'm just tryna show you, yeah
You are only old news, yeah
I'm just tryna show you
Turn that girl into a bad b*t*h
Turn that b*t*h into a savage
And you might think she's outstanding
Make that b*t*h go through practice
f**k these b*t*hes like a hat trick
Take a couple pills for that magic
These models 'bout to get ratchet
These models 'bout to get ratchet
Give a f**k about what a source say
Don't attach me to your name
All you wanted was more fame
All they wanted was more fame
And you were always a distraction
It was never gonna last, and
You will always be the past, and
You're just tryna get reactions from me
But you're old news, hmm
I'm just tryna show you, yeah
You are only old news, yeah
I'm just tryna show you
Come live the high life with a low life
If the pu**y right, might go twice
Only smoke blunts if they rolled right
She down enough for the whole night
I'm thinkin' it's really on
Like what type of sh*t are you really on?
'Cause all we been drinkin' is De Leon
I'm gone but I feel like I'm really home
As long as you still feel the chemistry
The high got you numb but you feelin' me
I live for this sh*t but it's killin' me
As long as we don't kill the energy
I been mixin' pain with liquor, man
This ain't revenge, it's such a wicked game
That's what karma, what's your stripper name?
That's what karma, what's your stripper name?
Damn, ayy
But you're old news, hmm
I'm just tryna show you, yeah
You are only old news, yeah
I'm just tryna show you
