[Hook 1: Malcolm Whitelow]
Nah she ain’t my old hoe
She just wanna throwback
Cus i’m on some new shit
I said that true shit no cap

[Verse 1: Malcolm Whitelow]
And she move to juvy slow motion
Get to workin, drop and go fast
And then she lift her shirt and go topless
Goddess, picture perfect kodak type
My gas wrapped and packed tight
Liquor burn in my stomach
Say that i’m living out my summer days
By tryna top my last night
She tryna top me cus i talk the rap nice
Said we prolly met up in a past life
Idk but show me, throw your back side
Track is clapping had to act an ass like

[Hook 1: Malcolm Whitelow]
Nah she ain’t my old hoe
She just wanna throwback
Cus i’m on some new shit
I said that true shit no cap (like-like-like)
Nah she ain’t my old hoe
She just wanna throwback
Cus i’m on some new shit
I said that true shit no cap (like-like-like)

[Verse 2: Mike Stone & Malcolm Whitelow]
I got one on hoe, she a trippy chick
Drop acid tablets, watch horror flicks
That hoe think she a demon
Exorcism when i beat it
My meat in her mouth but she vegan
Got that hoe all in her feelings, aye
She want me here for the weekend, aye
I had to throw up the defense, aye
Young smoke puffing on medical, uh
You put the pussy on pedestal, uh
Smokey would never compare wit you, uh
That shit is not on my schedule, uh
I got a bag, fill it with lettuce
Still need some more, money my fetish
Shit is problem never gon solve it
Figure i let that shit keep on evolving
And i say it like

[Hook 1: Malcolm Whitelow]
Nah she ain’t my old hoe
She just wanna throwback
Cus i’m on some new shit
I said that true shit no cap (like-like-like)
Nah she ain’t my old hoe
She just wanna throwback
Cus i’m on some new shit
I said that true shit no cap (like-like-like)

[Verse 3: Steve Flacco]
Kobe Bryant, number 8, Lakers jersey
Looking stupid that's you bitch
I'm smoking 6-2 zips like I'm Lilo Stitch
I'm swinging at pacifist If they don't pass they bitch, shit
Call me cautious, cock her faucet, baby stop it
I stopped fucking 'cause that pussy nauseous
You ain't got no profits, this a prophet
You a bop it Hasbro ass bitch
Looking pussy like damn
Coast to coast her legs close? It's a no
Devil pussy I ain't selling my soul
Flacco trip but he ain't never gone fold
How that pussy got you out of control?
Ring on her, now you playing Monopoly
Roll the dice and watch she take ya property
I might just go hire a hit, Uhhhhhh
Or probably fuck the crew like I'm motley

[Hook 2: Steve Flacco]
Now she my old hoe
And she just wanna throwback
Taking one for the team
She gone take your dick for the half (like-like-like)
And I'm just on some new shit
That's true shit no cap
Now she on to the next on
And I don't ever ever want back, aye

[Verse 4: Malcolm Whitelow]
Aye, i don’t want it man it’s out with the old
And in with the new and the now, man i know
That these women be choosing for clout and a cola
The kid just be cooling, she out of her clothes
Out for the night, and we ran out of the smoke
Out of her mind, and she out on the floor
She showing out, like she bounce on a pole and
I run the show with the crowd and they going

[Hook 1: Malcolm Whitelow]
Nah she ain’t my old hoe
She just wanna throwback
Cus i’m on some new shit
I said that true shit no cap
Nah she ain’t my old hoe
She just wanna throwback
Cus i’m on some new shit
I said that true shit no cap