Ok, and? Lyrics

Wake up time to get fried

Choppa a pitbull, eat up yo face

Use dat lil throat, really give it a taste

Ion really know how I'm flowin' off Ket

Heard yo mans died bro need to pick up da pace

It's all Bull, like I'm ballin wit Jordan

I got a flight like two in da morning

Benzo hit, take two in da morning

ADHD, I can't sit on hands

World too big man I'm tryna explore

I spent like 20 in hospitals fines from a substance OD

And I'm tryna take more

Roll with da stick I'm in varsity Quidditch

Drugs rule my life and I hate to admit it

This not an act, we can toss out the script

I keep heavy machinery tools like it's Linux

Ain't ate all day man I think I'm depressed

She only want me for money and sex

Yeshua mighty I pray to the best

I brought a 9 what the fuck is a vest?

This not no weed how the fuck did you guess?

Too many Vultures could turn me to West

Send da boy up, he look good in da sky

Funeral shit he look good in a tie

"Westside", I think it's time to put on

"After it all", I feel closer to Kai

No co-sign, I got rich on my own

Sent out sum bullets like Patrick Mahomes

Heard he was lit we took bro off the map

Push on my buttons get cracked like a phone

It's me,

Mia Khalifa, run up and you fucked

Got dat head from da girl and it sucked

Crime mob "Knuck if you buck"

It's me, it's me

Me and Slytone tryna get to the pape

Thailand vacation these bitches be fake

Sicko ass bitches cant pull so they rape