Old English Songtext
von Salva

Thugger
Slime, snake life

Eighty-hundred capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain′t gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't 12, but if I like it, I cop it
I met Papi and he say he good at uploadin′ wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins
Catch me boolin′ with them slimes ′cause them my youngins
I be slimin' with them slimes ′cause them my youngins
Catch me slidin' with the slimes ′cause them my youngins (hey)

Chrissy Carter bezel inside my baby pampers, ew (ew)
I get all the work and let the J's snort the scale (sheesh)
My bitch ride slow with the yay′ like she get L's (sheesh)
I wear that white, I cook that white, but I am not no chef (woo)

Add a little soda to put the tan on it (tan on it)
I got the shit for the L-O, and my shawty want it (shawty want it)
I drink more mud than a pig, I think pork want me (ugh)
And the front of the Mazi look like a fork, don't it? (sheesh, sheesh)


Let it breathe (let it breathe)
I′m not no rat, but Young Thugger be chasin′ cheese (chasin' cheese)
I want the M′s and I'm not no talking Mickey D′s (D's)
My jewelry gold like the tokens at Chuck E. Cheese (blatt)

Olde English, eighty-hundred capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain′t gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't 12, but if I like it, I cop it
I met Papi and he say he good at uploadin' wallets
Catch me ridin′ with them slimes ′cause them my youngins
Catch me boolin' with them slimes ′cause them my youngins
I be slimin' with them slimes ′cause them my youngins
I'm with my youngins
Catch me slidin′ with the slimes 'cause them my youngins
Yeah, yeah, E-S to the G-N, bitch

Slammin' with my youngins (yeah), couple hundred onions (yeah)
Breaking down them twenties, what you need? We got it for you (yeah)
Chop a chicken down to chicken nuggets for my cluckers (yeah)
Spray that Cutlass, threw them Forgiatos on that motherfucker (yeah, yeah)

Gangsta Gibbs, ho, fresh up off a powder pack (yeah)
Solo on the ′94, bitch, I brought that powder back (yeah)
Geekers do that zombie walk, bitch, I let that chopper talk (yeah)
Niggas get to talking, ch-ch-chop ′em off like tomahawks
Ch-chop 'em off like tomahawks


Eight thousand capsules of molly (yeah)
Selling dope and robbing, mom, I dropped out of college (yeah)
Jumped off in this rap shit, I′ve been one hundred solid, yeah
Police ever catch me then they gon' catch a body
It′s Gangsta Gibbs

Olde English, eight-hundred capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain't gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain′t 12, but if I like it, I cop it
I met Papi and he say he good at uploadin' wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes ′cause them my youngins (ah)
Catch me boolin′ with them slimes 'cause them my youngins (ah)
I be slimin′ with them slimes 'cause them my youngins (yeah, woo, woo)
Catch me slidin′ with the slimes 'cause them my youngins (ah, Ferg)

One night I was in Santos, it was lit like a candle
I was fly like a bird, I had on Stüssy Bape camo
With a cutie español, she had a booty like J-Lo
She had on Jacobsen sandals, you′ve been trapped in the bando

She has to trap in the bando 'cause her mama got cancer
She can't work in the States because her green papers ain′t legal (yeah)
Fuck a "dame un beso", she be like, "Grande, un peso" (alright)
Push the molly to Pedro so she can feed her abuelo

She refuse to just settle on them shoes with them red soles
And refuse to be nude in front of them dudes on that dance pole (alright)
She can′t lose, she just ooze a bunch of ambition like Napo
-Leon, I could be ruler and ride the streets on my Benzo

So, then she get money vicarious off her friends though
'Cause a kid named Birdy look nerdy but he be after the bandos (alright)
She robbed Birdy for birdies, now Birdy after her head though
Hold on, I think I see Birdy and Birdy killed my Cuban ho (Ferg)