Lyrics:

[Chorus]
Whip it again, whip it again
My lil'niggas shoot the pan (x2)
Old friend, old friend
Man I miss my old friend (x2)

[Verse1]

Lamborghini, Ventador
Man I miss my old rims
Kick a door, hit the floor
I came for you boyfriend
You don't want a fucking smoke
It gone be a war again
I tote them big Glocks
Shoot you in your organs
Ride my nigga to the death
And I'll ride my nigga to the death
And my flag hang on the right
And my bitch flag hang on the left
My bitch crippin crippin crippin
She been trippin trippin trippin
I can't wait to lake kids of sleepin
If they shake junt she shit skripin
I ain't gotta let niggas pay attantion
Nigga just cut your friend
He ain't no gang banger
If he don't know how to twist your finger
All you rap niggas dead
Imma go like Drake, Imma gonna start singin(ooh-ooh)
If you cool with the Opps (gang-gang)
Nigga know Im just gonna spank em'
Beat the pussy like Flloyd yeah
Beat the pussy like Flloyd
Imma ex lounch to Atlanta kick it with Mr.Ronalds
They ??? that lil'nigga love to tell
They know that I've got good drug to sell
They know that they bitch love to play
They know that they bitch love to tell

[Chorus]
Whip it again, whip it again
My lil'niggas shoot the pan (x2)
Old friend, old friend
Man I miss my old friend (x2)
You don't want a fucking smoke
It gone be a war again
I tote them big Glocks
Shoot you in your organs

[Verse2]
Why you pull me over-cuz' you black (What)
Why my aunty ???- cuz' she crashed (Up)
Why you cut this shit out -cuz' it's wet (Garbige)
I don't like when a nigga stand behind my back (bodered me)
You wanna go hit with the Mac (Yeah)
I just cought another flag (Uh)
This my third year going in
Imma do another lap (Gang)
Donald Trump fuckin' on everythang
This nigga need to go get slapped (Yeah)
Be careful how you throw up at California
Man that terrified you for a strap (Foreal)

[Chorus]
Whip it again, whip it again
My lil'niggas shoot the pan (x2)
Old friend, old friend
Man I miss my old friend (x2)
Lamborghini, Ventador
Man I miss my old rims
Kick a door, hit the floor
I came for you boyfriend
You don't want a fucking smoke
It gone be a war again
I tote them big Glocks
Shoot you in your organs