Okill Freestyle Lyrics

Yeah, bitch, Ight

Come on

I feel like a super villain, nigga see my face, he gon' run

Bitch, I feel like durk, cause with this street shit, boy, I get shit done

Fuck it, I feel like Von, Glock in my hand, chasing opps for fun, woo

Bitch, do that shit for a thrill, me and bro slide and we do that shit sober

Niggas don't need no pills, this shit can get real

Don't bitch up, lace up and show yo skills, stolen automobile's

Strikers, strikers, strikers, strikers, strikers, stole me a automobile

We been sliding all day and night in them strikers

Boy, you better get yo bitch she in my face, if I lick my lips, I'ma pipe her

Za-bags, Rp 10s and we got drank, niggas can't get no higher

Spank that baby, we had to come to his block and give him a pacifier

Roll that boy backwood, tucked its tight, somebody pass the lighter

Niggas be soft as shit, talking shit, soft as grits

That hoe fucking, she not my bitch, fuck with me cause she know I'm lit

Huh, 41, liter my wrist, know I'm rich, still can't get shit bitch

Questionable, you snitch, I swear to God, boy, these niggas real deal bitch

We got real deal sticks, real deal switches, none of my shooters is missing

Nigga ass might as well call us the beyblade clan, cause nigga, we gon' keep on spinning

Bitch on IG, talkin' bout, that's my man, Lord, this hoe here trippin

Bitch, nigga, who you dissin'? Stand on principles, giving my opps detention, woo

Standing on business, giving my opps the belt

Really think you was gon' take something out my hand? You might as well kill yourself

I think bro had Taco Bell, he start shitting when he felt them taco shells

Feel like fresh cartel, I can get locked up right now, and still post bail

But won't do no snitching, trying to do a magic trick right now and get something missing

I don't do no dissing , I'ma just grab my fye and I'm trying to get wicked

Everybody with me with it, you can't get in this car doing all that bitching

You gotta stand on business, in this car with some demons and they come through trim

They gon' come through spraying, tell by the look in his eyes, that a nigga ain't playing

Bro gon' hop out the car and f-f-f-f hopefully you can see what I'm saying

Ain't gon' say too much, they love to talk, I don't really make no fuss

I ain't gon' make no sound

I'ma just have to show niggas how I get down

This shit right here get deep, it's personal

I'ma make sure I get you, I'ma make sure I hit you

5-5-6, shell catcher nigga, fuck a pistol

Spin your block in a 392, scat pack, hope I catch your brother with you

Stick in my pocket, it'll make yo ass get back, cause I'm not finna tussle with you

I got shit to do, bitch, make this quick, no, I can't cuddle with you

Twin just hit my phone and told me, yayo, they not fucking with you, I know, nigga

yeah, bitch

And I'm back in that mode, I'm back on that one shit, O-K-I-L-L, haha, yeah

Mm-mm, fuck is you looking at it's DGyayo

Make it quick, bitch, I can't cuddle with you