Old News The Weeknd (Ft. Belly)

[Intro: The Weeknd]
Oh, oh
Oh woah, woah

[Verse 1: Belly]
I'm, I'm destined sippin', purple flippin'
Disco biscus trippin'
You say we friends and shit but you don't ever come and visit
I'm double fistin', mixin' crystals in whatever liquid
I grew up in the murder district, you ain't heard of this shit
I had to ride my own wave, I was burnin' bridges
My brother Stick still whippin', make millions in the kitchen
These bitches keep on plottin' on me, takin' shots and missin'
I see the evil in your eye, got me superstitious, three wishes

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Uh, yeah
But you're old news, hmm
I'm just tryna show you, yeah
You are only old news, yeah
I'm just tryna show you

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
Turn that girl into a bad bitch
Turn that bitch into a savage
And you might think she's outstanding
Make that bitch go through practice
Fuck these bitches like a hat trick
Take a couple pills for that magic
These models 'bout to get ratchet
These models 'bout to get ratchet
Give a fuck about what a source say
Don't attach me to your name
All you wanted was more fame
All they wanted was more fame
And you were always a distraction
It was never gonna last, and
You will always be the past, and
You're just tryna get reactions from me