CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Old Ways*

(Intro)
(Yeah, ay)
(Woah, Yeah)
Its Lil Uzi
(Back on my old ways)
(Back on my old ways)
(Back on my old ways)

(Chorus)
I miss the old days
I miss my old bae
Neck like a snow day
Driving got road rage
Im on the road race
Hit it fast not a slow pace
Cross the street got look both ways
My lil b*t*h go both ways

(Verse 1)
My lil b*t*h go both ways
Everybody they know i'm paid
It ain't having no slow days
I dont even know this b*t*h name
Why the f**k is she in my face
Need to put on my Louie V shades
Ain't no hate even going my way
Gotta leave no no I can't stay
I spent like 20 a day
Water my neck like a drain
She don't even know where I stay
Yeah, my chopper got a beam
I fell in lovе with the cake
Back to my old ways (Aye)
But I been through littlе, um, pain (Um Yeah)

(Chorus)
I miss the old days
I miss my old bae
Neck like a snow day
Driving got road rage
Im on the road race
Hit it fast not a slow pace
Cross the street got look both ways
My lil b*t*h go both ways

(Verse 2)
Woahhh, I do not play when it come to my bro
Woahhh, I do not play when it comes to my hoe
Matter fact you could have her
I don't care cause vision my got clear, and I am still here
I am not here at the motherf**king bottom
Same n***a that's at the top tier
I am not here at the motherf**king bottom
I got a Miami crib came with a pier
I am not here at the motherf**king bottom
Cause me and you n***a no we are not peer
Every time I smack that girl f**king bottoms
It look like an apple don't look like a pear
That's why this b*t*h don't got no no apple bottoms
Got a Rick Owens pants cause a racky a pair
Trappin' in here, need this backend in here
They ain't living them stories, just rapping in fear
You moving like that, then you moving in fear
Don't need nobody, I stack in the mirror
Panorama on the camera, (?)
I do not do no interviews cause these n***as cops
And I will never talk let 'em hear
My haters in a huddle, I walk through a puddle
Cause I got the water to splash in here
Going so fast, ain't no track in here
Track Phone, track phone, trap in here
Care about money, and cars, and fashion in here
My girl don't understand me, I am too clear
My money so long it might just grown a beard
So much money that gotta be cleared

(Chorus)
I miss the old days
I miss my old bae
Neck like a snow day
Driving got road rage
Im on the road race
Hit it fast not a slow pace
Cross the street got look both ways
My lil b*t*h go both ways