Old Ways lyrics

[Intro: Rone NFN]
Ayy, I'ma still make sure they okay
Hold on, ayy, I’ma still make sure they okay
Hold on, I'ma still make sure they okay
Ayy, hold on, gang

[Chorus: Rone NFN]
I know they just wan' see me strugglin’
But I'ma still make sure they okay
Before I let one of these n*ggas ho me
I'd rather go back to my old ways
Ain't tryna go back to the old days
Tryna hit licks for a check, n*gga
I'ma stay on my bag
'Til one of you n*ggas show me that you ain't got respect, n*gga, gang

[Verse 1: Rone NFN]
b*tch, I'm in the trap in designer
My young n*gga strapped with a chopper
My Blood n*gga say he a slime
I put a snake on his collar
Big bro hit a n*gga for free
I don’t gotta give him a dollar
b*tch, I been a saint since a toddler
Don’t believe me, b*tch, go ask my mama
I got the tool in the Gucci 'fit
Right by the belt where the tooly sit
Don’t gotta say sh*t, I'm a lunatic
I'ma step on the pack in some Louis kicks
b*tch, I put the di*k where her booty sit
My young n*gga strapped with a coolant kit
These VVS diamonds I'm coolin’ in
n*gga play like he with it, we shootin' sh*t
f*ck on your freak and we pass her 'round
You pus*y n*ggas is cap and gown
Go to a show and we clap him down
Hit his block with them choppers and come back around
Man, we with that smoke, ain't no backing down
Tryna go run it up real fast
Told Quincho, b*tch, I need a mil' fast
So I shot to LA for a lil' cash, gang
[Chorus: Rone NFN]
I know they just wan' see me strugglin'
But I'ma still make sure they okay
Before I let one of these n*ggas ho me
I'd rather go back to my old ways
Ain't tryna go back to the old days
Tryna hit licks for a check, n*gga
I'ma stay on my bag
'Til one of you n*ggas show me that you ain't got respect, n*gga, gang

[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
I put that on my life, ain't no changin' up
When we pop out, b*tch, we got the gang with us
These n*ggas be cappin' like they gettin' money
I swear that these n*ggas ain't made enough
When my bro hit your ho, you be mad than a b*tch
When you callin' her phone, she be hangin' up
We gon' get that sack and split it with the team
'Cause I swear that this money ain't makin' us
All my young n*ggas with it
Tell 'em hold on, we gon' get it
Lil' bro get that sack and go flip it
You n*ggas be trippin'
Don't give a damn 'bout these b*tches
We smash on these hoes, then we dippin'
Big Glocks with extensions
You should've stopped with the dissin'
Now we the reason n*ggas missin'
Got racks in the duffle, now these hoes on di*k
'Cause they see that them young n*ggas get to them digits
[Chorus: Rone NFN]
I know they just wan' see me strugglin'
But I'ma still make sure they okay
Before I let one of these n*ggas ho me
I'd rather go back to my old ways
Ain't tryna go back to the old days
Tryna hit licks for a check, n*gga
I'ma stay on my bag
'Til one of you n*ggas show me that you ain't got respect, n*gga, gang