Lil Uzi Vert — Old Ways

[Intro] (Yeah, ayy) (Woah, yeah) It's Lil Uzi (It's Lil Uzi Vert?) (Back to my old ways) (Back to my old ways) (Back to my old ways) (Back to my old ways) [Chorus] I miss the old days I miss my old bae Neck like a snow day Driving, got road rage I'm on the road race Hit it fast, not a slow pace Cross the street, gotta look both ways My new bitch, she go both ways [Verse 1] My new bitch, she go both ways Everybody, they know I'm paid I ain't having no slow days I dont even know this bitch name Why the fuck is she in my face Need to put on my Louis 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 bеam I fell in love with the cakе Back to my old ways (Aye) But I been through a little more pain (Um Yeah) [Chorus] I miss the old days I miss my old bae Neck like a snow day Driving, got road rage I'm on the road race Hit it fast, not a slow pace Cross the street, gotta look both ways My new bitch, she go both ways [Verse 2] Woah, I do not play when it come to my bro Woah, I do not play when it comes to my hoe Matter of 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 motherfucking bottom, same nigga that's at the top tier I am not here at the motherfucking bottom, I got a Miami crib, came with a pier I am not here at the motherfucking bottom, cause me and you nigga, no we are not peers Every time I smack that girl fucking bottoms It look like an apple, don't look like a pear That's why this bitch don't got no no apple bottoms Got a Rick Owens pants cost 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, [?] mirror (Panorama on the camera) I do not do no interviews cause these niggas cops And I will never talk let 'em hear My haters in a huddle, I walk through a puddle Cause I got the water that splash in here Going so fast, ain't no track in here TracPhone, TracPhone, trap in here Care about money, and cars, and fashion in here My girl don't understand me, I'm too weird My money so long it might just grow 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 I'm on the road race, hit it fast not a slow pace Cross the street got look both ways, my lil bitch she go both ways