OK OK Lyrics

Lets really talk bout the fashion on me

Gang in the field gettin active

Divin head first in the action only

Asking if i get a bag, know da answer to dat Cmon

Tired of these lil niggas put em in timeout

Is u about it forreallll, we could find out

And when i pop out they gotta hide out

I might just hop in the beamer n slide out

Bitch i be goin harder then the pacers

I aint the type to be giving out favors

Bro in the trap n he got all the flavors

I gotta teach em to clean up the paper

Cuz that shitt is dirty

Never fall off, cuz bitch im too sturdy

Heard that they talking on shredda ok

She wanna fuck some one betta ok

Momma said get it together, ok

Im fuckin a spanish bitch, ole

I dont play bout money i'd die for my pay

Im way too direct so i never send strays

These niggas is food, they up on my tray

We gon take a trip, up to canada

I, run the game, with no stamina

Lotta, these niggas, they be fans of us

I tried to help and they took advantage

I am the man that be fuckin they plans up

Imma forever be runnin up bands up

Just to go get it i dirtied my hands up

And i shoot like curry when im in the clutch

All of my enemies turn to dust

Talk in my ear what the fuck do they mean

Cuttin off people i dont really need

They come to shredda when they need the heat

Forever grinding i dont need no sleep

Huh, cuz im tryna cop me the rari

Im tryna turn up the party

They know its crazy when u get me started

And this for the dearly departed