Austin Sour - Old Wings Lyrics

Look
I been high since forever
I got age on my wings
No love for them niggas
Who be changing on the team, look
My choice to hustle
Brought me everything I need
I seen niggas chase a bitch
Before they go and chase a dream
And I'm just tryna get the poison out
And keep it far away
Double bank account
My daughter needed Cartier
I'm like an athlete now
They blitz if I call a play
I just hope the millys' take the pain away
We banging like them 808s
Jewelry take up all the weight
Skinny nigga
I remember days couldn't afford a plate
Not a spin, dip homie
Til' the state come
You know Sour run this shit
Til' the chase done
F*ck with us
From drug dealers to big tippers
Change the forecast with all cash
We clip strippers
When the boy dash
Big body like bench pressers
I'm Hov in the hood
That boy the kid Jigga
Round two let me finish it
Shooter got a bag and the pipe
Like the instrument
Shorty told me when she pop that pill
She feel limitless
Always been a gentleman
Everything is genuine
Bitches dancing like a puppet
Sour got Geppetto wrist
Hot, get the kettle lit
Sixteen shots til' it stop
And the metal chip
Warlord, four doors
If them niggas ever trip
If she happy, ain't no reason to be celibate
She tell me that my loving too addictive
I should sell this shit
Comme Des Garcons her eyes
Every time she looked away
A nigga scoring, crowd roaring
Bout the time he miss
I don't fall if I'm Lebron
F*ck with us
From drug dealers to big tippers
Change the forecast with all cash
We clip strippers
When the boy dash
Big body like bench pressers
I'm Hov in the hood
That boy the kid Jigga
I got age on my wings
Don't be changing on the team
Brought me everything I need
Before they chase a three
To keep it far away
My daughter needed Cartier
Blitz if I call a play
Take the pain away
Take the pain away
Take the pain away
Take the pain away
Take the pain