Lyrics Old School Era - K-Trap

Cool wid da diggers
Cool wid da clappers
Cool with your bitches
We ain't cool with you rappers (no)
2 hands trying to wave it frontwards
Put him in a back woods
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 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's 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 bow)
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 machine's 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 da shavers
Cool with da 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