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old skools - rx peso lyrics

[chorus: drugrixh pe$o]
i used to trap out of old schools
on my block, we used to make the news
i’m trying to go from all these stick-and-moves
i’ll stand it up and i caught me juice
i’ma need that ’cause my lawyer juiced
put it in her mouth and shoot barrels
i’ma teach her tricks and show her moves
so let me tell you ’bout that old school
i used to trap out of old schools
i jugged the heck out of old schools
i can jugg in my school
i was the plug in my old school
i used to serve out of old schools
i was sipping syrup in my old schools
i can f-ck that b-tch in my old school
i was drugrixh in my old school

[verse 1: drugrixh pe$o]
i came a long way from that old school
when i dropped the top, we make the news
took that little b-tch by the stick-and-move
[?] so i wasn’t overdue
[?] i ain’t talking ’bout 72
but i can show you what them birds do
i’m sipping syrup, i might swerve you
excuse me, b-tch, i meant to curve you
hop in that b-tch and do achoo
blessings on my neck, no voodoo
open doors in that b-tch, got a little rust on me
i’ve been jugging crack and i might put a little crust on it
smoking cookie in the old school, doing donuts
if she honey mustard, then i gotta catch up on her
hop up in that old school, show you ’bout that b-n-r
30, chopper on me like a f-cking russian
boom, shoot it out that b-tch, end of discussion
trapping out that b-tch when it was ugly
banana clips on me, every glock got a 30
i go for 33 and i ain’t talking larry birdy
shooting at these n-gg-s and i’m talking james worthy
but out that old school, a n-gg- made a fifty
76 straps, we gon’ smoke him like a philly
i was in that old school, trapping in the trenches

[verse 2: hoodrich pablo juan]
mony powr rspt, we make our own rules
40 pointers in the rollie, ice cream scoop
porsche 911 fit right in the coupe
ride in the foreign, but sell dope like the old school
i bought some new chains and i pity the fool
spend so much at saks, they like what you do
trap in the double-r ghost, peek-a-boo
i got the old bills like the huxtables
go to your city, i’m strapped and i’m comfortable
pull up, jump out, they gon’ eat it up, lunchables
30’s on glocks, n-gg-, we got a bunch of them
old school rifle (pew pew), hunting them
i don’t think not one of these n-gg-s want nothing
b-tch, you can’t come around unless you finna f-ck something
all my n-gg-s get on the bullsh-t if you try one
old school og, n-gg-s trying to buy one
trap with the old school vest, teflon
pe$o might eat your b-tch down with the best sauce
on candler crossing east, we in the red zone
got your b-tch riding like i got some pads on
old school chevy, painted it two-tone
old sh-t, dropped the top, now my roof gone
i need a fanta to pour me a deuce up
don’t buy backwoods if you got swishers going on

- rx peso lyrics

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