OK ft. Juni Lyrics

Promise that we gon' be OK

Remember the back of the class, writing these raps I was on my 'doley

Livin' this life so fast, I need me a bag before it gets too late

And I think I need me a new bae

I'm sippin' the drank, the Kool-Aid

I gotta' get to the bag, get to the bag playing all my music

She tryna go to the bag, hit it like that, man this shit's amusing

Shawty gon' leave for the cash, he talkin' smack shit is getting humid

I'm sippin' the drank I'm lucid

Where am I going

Yea it's just water the way that I'm flowin'

Walk out the store and I got Saint Laurent

I told shawty she could get what she want

I got them bands runnin' it up

I told shawty she could hop in the car

I feel like a star

They hatin' now, but we gon' go far

Yea, we gon' go far-oh-oh

I never fall-oh-oh

I feel like Curry the way that I ball

Lil brodie watch how you talk

Yea, we gon' go far-oh-oh

I never fall-oh-oh

I feel like Curry the way that I ball

Lil brodie watch how you talk

Promise that we gon' be OK

'Member the back of the class, writing these raps I was on my 'doley

Livin' this life so fast, I need me a bag before it gets too late

And I think I need me a new bae

I'm sippin' the drank, the Kool-Aid

I gotta' get to the bag, get to the bag playing all my music

She tryna go to the bag, hit it like that, man this shit's amusing

Shawty gon' leave for the cash, he talkin' smack shit is getting humid

I'm sippin' the drank I'm lucid

Yeah we gotta go, promise my mom that I'm making it home

He wanna keep talking get hit in his dome

In the back of the class we was writing some notes

Yeah we gotta go, promise my mom that I'm making it home

He wanna keep talking get hit in his dome

In the back of the class we was writing some notes

I wanna go-oh-oh, she wanna go-oh-oh

I'm tryna get me a bitch, that be waiting and sitting, deciding yeah

I wanna go-oh-oh, she wanna go-oh-oh

I'm tryna get me a bitch, that be waiting and sitting, deciding yeah

Promise that we gon' be OK

'Member the back of the class, writing these raps I was on my 'doley

Livin' this life so fast, I need me a bag before it gets too late

And I think I need me a new bae

I'm sippin' the drank, the Kool-Aid

I gotta' get to the bag, get to the bag playing all my music

She tryna go to the bag, hit it like that, man this shit's amusing

Shawty gon' leave for the cash, he talkin' smack shit is getting humid

I'm sippin' the drank I'm lucid