Lyrics:

ft. Freddie Gibbs, A$AP Ferg

Old English, 800 capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I aint gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't twelve, but if I like it I cop it
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins
Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins

Chris and Carter barely solved my baby momma problems, ew
I get out the work and let the jay snap the scale
My bitch ride slow with the yay like she get Ls
I wear that white, I cook that white, but I am not no seal
Had a little soda, put the ten on it
I got the shit for my LO and my shorty want it
I drink more mud than a pig, I think pork want me
And the front of the Mazzi look like a fork, don't it?
Let it breathe
I'm not no rat but Young Thugger be chasing cheese
I want the Ms and Im not talking Micky Ds
My jewelry gold like the tokens at Chuck E. Cheese

Old English, 800 capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I aint gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't twelve, but if I like it I cop it
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins
Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins

Clapping with my youngins, couple hundred onions
Breaking down them 20s what you need, we got it for you
Chop a chicken down, them chicken nuggets for my Cutlass
Spray that Cutlass, threw them Forgiatos on that motherfucker
Gangsta Gibbs, hoe
Fresh up off the powder pan, so low on the 94
Bitch, I want that powder bag, geekers do that zombie walk
Bitch, I let the chopper talk
Niggas get to talking, ch-ch-chop em off like Tomahawks
Ch-ch-chop em off like Tomahawks
Eight thousand capsules of molly
Yeah, selling dope, and robbing, momma I dropped out of college
Yeah, jumped off on this rap shit, Ive been one hundred solid
Yeah, police ever catch me then they gonna catch a body

Old English, 800 capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I aint gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't twelve, but if I like it I cop it
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins
Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins

One night I was in Santos, it was lit like a candle
I was fly like a bird, I had on St?ssy Bape camo
With a cutie espanol, she had a booty like J-Lo
She had on jeggings and sandals, you've been trapped in the bando
She has to trap in the bando cause her momma got cancer
She cant work in the States because her green papers aint legal
Fuck Obama un peso, she be like grande un peso, push the molly, un perro
So she can feed her abuelo, she refuse to just settle
On them shoes with them red soles
And refuse to be nude in front of them dudes on that depot
She cant lose, she just ooze a bunch of ambition like Nepo
Meanwhile I could be ruler and ride the streets on my Benzo
So can she get molly, so bicurious off her friends though
Cause I'm feeling birdy like nerdy but he be after the bando
She pop 30's for Birdy, now Birdy's up to her head, though
Hold on I think I see Birdy and Birdy killed my Cuban hoe