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Abgr Lil Cory - Old School Lyrics

Old School Lyrics[Intro: ABGR Lil Cory]
Ayy, go to the open verse, bruh
(Skee is your win)
Real trap nigga, yeah
Go to the open (Yeah, go to the open)

[Chorus: ABGR Lil Cory]
Real trap nigga, ran it up and drop the old school
Nigga talkin' 'bout what they done did, this that old news
My agent 'nem just set the bar, my young nigga done ran through it
All-all these hundreds I keep pullin' out just to run my hand through it
Real trap shit, when I drop, lil' nigga, they gon' fuck with this
No cap shit, I've been gettin' money, check my fuckin' wrist
When you see these diamonds in my mouth, that's a couple bricks
Nigga talkin' 'bout trap shit knowin' he ain't sold shit (No)

[Verse 1: ABGR Lil Cory]
Nigga don't know shit about a box, but you trappin' shit (Yeah, you don't know shit)
I just got two hundred Bubbas in, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Real trap star, I be fuckin' off with this rappin' shit
Bought my first house from what's-his-name, I'vе been trappin' since
Pockets stay on elеphant (Uh), she like how my diamond hit (All my—)
She think I'm gon' give her some— (Yeah) uh, I can't give you shit (No)
Ran this shit up on my own, ain't no nigga give me shit
Young nigga hundred thousand up, I'm just kickin' shit (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: ABGR Lil Cory & Fatt Macc]
Real trap nigga, ran it up and drop the old school (Yeah, on God)
Nigga talkin' 'bout what they done did, this that old news
My agent 'nem just set the bar, my young nigga done ran through it
All-all these hundreds I keep pullin' out just to run my hand through it (On God)
Real trap shit, when I drop, lil' nigga, they gon' fuck with this (Trap)
No cap shit, I've been gettin' money, check my fuckin' wrist
When you see these diamonds in my mouth, that's a couple bricks (On God)
Nigga talkin' 'bout trap shit knowin' he ain't sold shit (Yeah, on God)

[Verse 2: Fatt Macc]
Thirty bands on my left wrist (Thirty), 'bow hit, throw a party (Yeah)
By the water with a bad bitch (Bad bitch), waste leanin' in the Brabus (On God)
Twenty bands in my right pocket make a young nigga walk retarded (Pokin')
Nigga knowin' I'm my own boss, I ain't tryna be a nigga artist (Bitch)
He was flexed up, doin' insurance claims, now the nigga ran out of money (Broke)
Ain't shit took, one phone call, I could tell twin send a hundred ('Bows)
I was still juggin' with my phone off, you ain't got to call me if you comin' (Yeah)
Smell like sixty thousand and it got lost, he ain't try to send a nigga nothin' (Goddamn)

[Chorus: ABGR Lil Cory]
Real trap nigga, ran it up and drop the old school
Nigga talkin' 'bout what they done did, this that old news
My agent 'nem just set the bar, my young nigga done ran through it
All-all these hundreds I keep pullin' out just to run my hand through it
Real trap shit, when I drop, lil' nigga, they gon' fuck with this
No cap shit, I've been gettin' money, check my fuckin' wrist
When you see these diamonds in my mouth, that's a couple bricks
Nigga talkin' 'bout trap shit knowin' he ain't sold shit

[Outro: ABGR Lil Cory]
You ain't sold ****, talkin' 'bout trap ****
You ain't even some old ****
You ain't even some old ****