Old School Era Songtext
von K Trap

Cool with the diggers
Cool with the clappers
Cool with your bitches
We ain′t cool with you rappers
2 hands trying to wave it frontwards
Put him in a backwoods
Young but bro said I move like the old school era
I know he ain't cappin star in my prime
But I still got a car with the star behind
Let the old lady past then blast
Tryna do it polite
Watch bro get the w I′ll drive
Do it on the w and the drive
Bitch in the car she don't know we're live
She′s looking away she′s shy
G63 at petrol station 8 minutes to fill up the tank
Take 2 minutes to fill up the mash
Quick let the trey recoil
Bought two does that make me spoilt
Rusty heat no WD we gotta use baby oil


Turned Lambeth upside down
All these 9s & .38 auto sounds
Hit him in his hat and it bought him down
G lock with a extra leg one foot on peg
Squeeze trying to put him to bed
New school era they're pulling out phones
We pulling up leaving a mess
Think they do it like us but we′re so much clever
So much pressure gotta teach them cos they don't know much better
Brick on the scale but I already know the measure
We just getting it done and won′t say a word like the old school era
Something gets done then (shh) (shh)
Fill it all up then (bow) (boww)
No key in the car just (push)
Got a key in the trap I (whip) (whip)
Seen him there done him up well done left shit medium
Rare you see the flare, 9 out of 10 the machines in there
2 in the dots now the shoes got air holes
Looking like crocs don't care what it cost
I feel reimbursed when something gets got
Cool with the shavers
Cool with the bakers
I ain′t cool if you lose it
But I'm cool with replacements
Think they do it like us but we're so much clever
So much pressure gotta teach them cos they don′t know much better
Brick on the scale but I already know the measure
We just getting it done and won′t say a word like the old school era