Old Js Songtext
von Q da Fool

(Rich Shooter shit nigga)
I been doing this shit, since a young nigga (since a young nigga man)
Since a little BG (Baby Gangster)
Now I′m big gangster (yeah)
Started with no cake, me and a ok
I'm getting it now, ain′t worried about the old days
Pull up with two glocks, sing like the O'Jays
Bought the diors, but I still rock the old Js
Young crackheads broke, shout out them old Js
I couldn't triple a ten, shout out the new wave
Rapping ass nigga a actor, Johnny Cage
Turnt in the club, he got smacked with some Bombay
Turnt in the trap, we get racks back every way
I can′t even cry cause niggas die like every day
I got that white bitch with me, Mary Kate
Niggas be bluffin, ain′t even shoot a AK
She calling you broke, but she call me her main bae
Learn how to shoot dice, from Grandma Faye
Feel like I'm Pootie Tang, nigga wa da tay!
I′m rich as a bitch, what my wallet say


Tell her don't do that again. Gave her the father face
Me verse the feds, boy we having a charger chase
Leave that boy dead. Somebody give him a charger case
Swear I duck bullets, but never could dodge a case
These niggas know how it go, and it′s not safe
Ran up my bag, and I turned up the whole state
Niggas be hoes, how you scared of your own fate
If I have a daughter, I got name her Faith
Cause that's all I had in this seal
I ain′t give up
Them people come get you, you better keep your chin up
Christmas tree, we leaving opp niggas lit up
Shells hit his spot, so that boy can't even get up (Damn)
Nigga get up. Your bitch was right here, shawty you ain't even pick up
You ain′t slide first, that′s the reason you hit up
He just a rookie, seen blood and he spit up
(Bitch)
Nigga speed up, you know we got kids and they need us
Don't let us go broke, nigga won′t nobody feed us
A slave in the jail, nigga that's how they treat us
She wouldn′t say hi, now they be geeking to see us
Fly as a bitch, these niggas lowkey want be us
Za strong as shit, I'm blowing smoke and shit might lift a tree up
Popping out Ps, and I keep pouring lean up
Hop out that Jeep, and I′m fucking the scene up
Background dirty, but touchdown with clean stuff
I give her dick, then I make the bitch clean up

Started with no cake, me and a ok
I'm getting it now, ain't worried about the old days
Pull up with two glocks, sing like the O′Jays
Bought the diors, but I still rock the old Js
Young crackheads broke, shout out them old Js
I couldn′t triple a ten, shout out the new wave
Rapping ass nigga a actor, Johnny Cage
Turnt in the club, he got smacked with some Bombay
Turnt in the trap, we get racks back every way
I can't even cry cause niggas die like every day
I got that white bitch with me, Mary Kate
Niggas be bluffin, ain′t even shoot a AK