Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Old English’ by A$AP Ferg. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Ferg or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
800 capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain’t Twelve, but if I like it I cop it
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin’ with them slimes, them my youngins
Catch me boolin’ with them slimes, them my youngins
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins
Chrissy Carter bezel inside my baby pampers, eww
I get out the work and let the jay snap the scale
My bitch ride slow with the yay like she get L’s
I wear that white, I cook that white, but I am not no chef
Add a little soda, put the tan on it
I got the shit for the L O and my shawty want it
I drink more mud than a pig, I think pork want me
And the front of the Mazzi look like a fork don’t it?
Let it breathe
I’m not no rat but Young Thugger be chasing cheese
I want the M’s and I’m not talking Micky D’s
My jewelry gold like the tokens at Chuck E. Cheese
Old English, 800 capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain’t Twelve, but if I like it I cop it
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin’ with them slimes, them my youngins
Catch me boolin’ with them slimes, them my youngins
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins
Clapping with my youngin’s, couple hundred onions
Breaking down them 20’s what you need, we got it for you
Chop the chicken down to chicken nuggets for my cluckers
Spray that Cutlass, threw them Forgiato’s on that motherfucker
Gangsta Gibbs ho’
Fresh up off a powder pack, so low on the ’94
Bitch, I want that powder bag, geekers do that zombie walk
Bitch, I let the chopper talk
Niggas get to talking, ch-ch-chop ’em off like Tomahawks
Ch-ch-chop ’em off like Tomahawks
Eight thousand capsules of molly
Yeah, selling dope, and robbing, momma I dropped out of college
Yeah, jumped off on this rap shit, I’ve been one hundred solid
Yeah, police ever catch me then they gon’ catch a body
Old English, 800 capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain’t Twelve, but if I like it I cop it
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin’ with them slimes, them my youngins
Catch me boolin’ with them slimes, them my youngins
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins
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 espanol, she had a booty like J-Lo
She had on jeggings and sandals, you’ve been trapped in the bando
She has to trap in the bando, ’cause her momma got cancer
She can’t work in the states because her green papers ain’t legal
F*ck Obama un peso, she be like grande un peso, push the molly un peso
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 there pole
She can’t lose she just ooze a bunch of ambition like Nepo
Meanwhile I could be ruler, and ride the streets on my Benzo
So now she get money by carrying stuff for friends though
‘Cause the kid named birdy look nerdy but he be up at the bandos
She robbed Birdy for birdies, now Birdy’s after her head tho’
Hold on I think I see Birdy, and Birdy killed my Cuban ho