Ah Okay Lyrics

Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch, killa, killa

Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin', bitch, killa, killa

Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin', bitch, killa

Okay, okay, okay, okay

Bitch boy, claim he off the porch, we leave him torch with some

Red beams, same color as Rudolph when he up to some

Young nigga, posted up outside, they said he up to some

Step on shit, pussy bitch don't want it, take out my opponents

Ready to slide, Daytona, we black tinted

If they want it, little nigga, Glide with caution,

Hot car milage on it, Flexx get the wildest on them, pop no stylist on him, walk up yeah, get on him

If he play, we on him, keep my wrist on, bow

Switch, bow, jeans, bow, green, bow

My bitch, wow, my hoes, ouch

You better watch your mouth before I hit your spouse

Shit, I'm in a house, smokin' off his house

Four them out of town, Ski them brought the loud

Don't get swiped on thin ice, it ain't gon' end up right

Pussy dissed me, but couldn't at me, bitch boy, cannot fight

We pop shiesty Jeep, hot car sliding beep, Done turn to super flex I'm riding with super skis

Cuts, tag me with the parlay, new method clap off Visa

Bitch, shake her ass the crew way, got my attention right there

Anywhere a nigga walk in, I got bitches starin

And my ones, look like Karen Shining watch them gliss

Niggas got me down laughing, talkin' bout can they Bliss

You ain't never been hit with that brr, better watch out for tints

Bitch, boy, climb me off the porch, we leave him torched or somethin

Red beams, same color as Rudolph when he up or somethin

Young niggas, posted up outside, they said he up or somethin

Step on shit, pussy bitch don't want it, take out my opponents

Ready, slide,Daytona, we black tinted, If they want it

Little niggas Glide with caution, hot car mileage on it

Pop no stylist on them, Flexx get the wildest on them

Walk up, yeah, get on him

If you play, we on him

Keep my wrist on, bow, switch, bow

Jeans, bow, green, bow

My bitch, wow, my hoes, ouch

You better watch your mouth before I hit your spouse

I rap G.G. Glide forever, who can fuck with this kid

You a die if you play my brother or play with his kid

I was rocking True Religion with a thirty-eight tucked in denims

It was cold, but I was still outside with all my niggas

O-okay, O-okay, O-okay

O-okay, O-okay, bow