Old Nori Lyrics

Coat $2,500 gone head ash that

You the type to tell her post your bud on her Snapchat

Bitch said she on her period I didn't ask that

Same nigga taxed me back then gettin' taxed back

Dickie suit and some all whites this my trap pack

She would be a 10 but the bitch bank with CashApp

Every time you thumbin' through a 10 it's a flashback

I'm a family dollar with a fire bin they do cash back

Nigga tried to cover up his pin I get past that

Hit her from the back thick bitch she got back fat

Boy I'm gettin' money I be smilin' why your ass mad

All I do is drop babies off I'm a bad dad

Bitch you ain't tryna get fucked, why the fuck we chillin'

Niggas tryna kill you every day cause your ass be stealing

I be in her mouth like a dentist bitch fuck your feelings

I ain't have a pot to piss in now I got four skillets

I ain't runnin' around, yeah

I ain't riding round with Tray Tray I'm in a coupe with nine

Cougar bitch wanna knock boots we just shuckin' and jive

My main bitch want a girlfriend got me marchin' at Pride

He put it on his brodie he got pape and he actually died

That's instant karma baby let me check your Credit Karma

Tryna get rich off pints boy I feel like Big Pharma

In the kitchen fuckin' up the cut I need to switch barbers

Shorty eat it eyes closed like the wings busting

Bitch I say I love you while I'm fuckin' it don't mean nothing

Been done popped em like a bottle in his section

Why you mean muggin'

I said do you wanna fuck or wanna bicker

She just keep shruggin'

this a plain white T it cost me 300

How the fuck my phone did like three woke up at three something

Brodie pop a nigga straight from deep he got a mean jumper

Stomach hurtin' bad I'm off the act I had lean for supper

I got niggas pissed they need a new bladder

Niggas ain't really on shit all they do is chatter

Ever hit a nigga with a switch and watch his brain splatter

Pulled up on a bitch sipping drank that bitch ate after

I 'm Wiz Khalifa with the smoke y'all can get it

Clip held 50 now they all forensics

Shots had him goin' phew when they did the ballistics

Boy I keep this shit real you don't keep it realistic

Stomp him out in his fear of God I'ma keep sinning

Niggas mad that I keep winning I'ma keep winning

You can't see I'm in my bag you better keep squinting

Boy the ball in my court I done brought the net

Forty dollars on a whore I just bought some neck

Damn near got deported on tour

Brought the Glock to Quebec

Only niggas ever said you was the GOAT

Know you personally

I don't care if she got flipped last night

This bitch a virgin to me

I don't care if you fuck that bitch ten times

She be squirtin' for me

On my son I gotta die rich I'm deservin' to be

Cook a nigga like some Wagyu I'm just servin' him beef

Use the chop like a bathroom let the AR pee

Plug in French with the activists

I said c'est la vie

Bitch so black she need reparations this dick not free

I'm the Xan plug boy I got bars like Kendrick Lamar

Catch him on the road ain't got my pole he get hit with the car

Really player I was gettin' head then I lit a cigar

I'm in a lab don't think I'm finna hoop cause I'm hittin' a tar

If she ain't fuck my brother I don't wanna fuck her

She was mad at the other now she wanna fuck her

And I put it on her mother I'm a motherfucker

Had her take it on the chin like I uppercut her

Hit her front it's makin' Mac sounds

She wasn't ugly before I fucked she sweat her tracks out

But I fucked you back then fuck me now I got crack now

Hit a bitch raw I undertake her smack down

From the back beat her back down like I'm Shaq now

Neighbors callin' in the office like, what's them clap sounds

Hit her front of back dribble her cheeks cause it's that round

Bitch gotta take one for the team

Bitch gotta take one for the team she fuckin' Stakz now

Chop clip hold 55 I'm Crip Mac now

Pull up with a .45 Nick Cannon boy I'm that wild

Caught him pickin' up his fuckin' son like put the strap down

Caught that nigga comin' out the club and he got fapped down

Sayin' long live your fuckin' brother y'all can match now

In the kitchen whippin' up a block I beat a batch down

I just put my eggs on her tongue they won't hatch now

Brodie bought a chain bigger than mine they think he rap now

I'm gettin' tired of the AMG I want a scat now

Baby girl I'm tired of your face I want your friend now

I'ma switch the flow up, that shit got too boring

I just poured it in her mouth then that bitch got horny

White bitch doing coke man I call her Snourtney

I'ma call my brother Stackz a nigga tryna short me