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Alex La - Old News Lyrics

OLD NEWS ! Lyrics[Verse 1: Dutts]
Fuck with me boy, fuck with the gang
I am on top, this really my chain
Christened the life, who said that shit hard?
I am the one gang, I ain't up in jars
You speak on me, you go get the Glock
You killin' my crew, you die in a flock
We have so much money, we go on a cruise
You fucking with me? That is just old news (Old news)
Fuck on my face, she ran up in here
Who said you was in? I've never been here
Sippin' the swish with the paint
Tryin' to picture, I love fucking paint
I said, "I left you in my room"
She said, "I let the hummer charge"
I gavе this Glock to her face
I press on thе trigger and then go make a race (Ooh)
Hiding but her friend, I was in, I was on end
Trying to picture on top making end
Dryin' her, taller hotel
Trying to tell the hotel to my friend
This sure prolong in detail
It is not for averager, this life skill
You tryin' to see the future?
You can't because I end up in jail
Sippin' this wock, I'm out of my mind
I'm like a TV, you gotta rewind
I'm trippin' this bitch, I mack at your brain
My gang making money, they buyin' the chains
I'm on the feeds, we just say it's pretend
You jealous of me, you know I'm the trend
I am like a lit fuse
If I blow you can say that your old news (Old news)

[Verse 2: Dominic, Alex, Gabe, and Dutts]
You out catching body, I'm out catching fame (Mmm)
I ain't the one playin', that's **** playing game
You want me for all the clout and the name
They call me Lil Travis, they call me La Flame
I'm sipping this lean, but I got all the cup
I'm like the real one, you keep it a buck
For real, these steppers, you know I ain't playing
I'm part of Islam, the guns got me praying (Praying)
Uno dos tres, these cappers is fact
That I'm counting these bands and I'm getting hot
I don't sell a chain, that's worth like a ten
I got her on faster, I'll still get caught
These cops the one that be messing with me and my gang
If they don't, need to have a hotbox
This box have been real hot (Hot)
Hotter than me right out of the- (Yeah)
I'm hiding my flow, you can't step on me
How might I be inserts, they sag on three
Yeah, I'm like a slave in the past, call me free
I double the chains, I double the key
Who am I? You say
But all of these people, you know I ain't fake
The amount of green I have on me shows the amount of money I make
Gold on my shoes, gold on my teeth
To people I'm rich, with pocket, a taste
I'm sippin' up hours, any on me
The Grim Reaper decide my fate
Who are you? I say
I see pulls out, and I refuse
He don't know it yet but he knows done been on old news (Old news)