OK Lyrics

What it is, nigga, okay You can't get with this shit here, nigga, no

Way Double cup filled up with that perfect taste

I smoke a whole bag of purp to my fuckin' face

I had to splurge one time from the shoes up I had to get this bitch poppin' like a ruger

You know them bands make her blow me like a tuba

I beat the breaks off it, she gon' need a tuneup

I walk out the front door, I bought that Drippin' in designer tags

Oh, I don't feel bad For them boys that be goin' out sad

I prefer my cup with the ice I prefer my type of the night

I prefer my purp with a light She got curves like a S on site

I'ma put that body to work, get it right

What it is, nigga, okay You can't get with this shit here, nigga

No way Double cup filled up with that perfect taste

I smoke a whole bag of purp to my fuckin' face

I had to splurge one time from the shoes up I had to get this bitch poppin' like a ruger

You know them bands make her blow me like a tuba

I beat the breaks off it, she gon' need a tuneup

It's gon' take two years for you to make this outfit

Can't do a backflip, but I can make that pack flip

I'm smokin' purp daily, routine like a clock tick

Might pull up in all black like I'm on some rock shit

That bag stuck in the cabinet, a pack of that static

My chair sit in a palace, I'm here for that cabbage

I spend and I stack it, I'm ballin' just like Madden

Her pussy jump like rabbits, I'm packin' up the package

What it is, nigga, okay You can't get with this shit here, nigga

No way Double cup filled up with that perfect taste

I smoke a whole bag of purp to my fuckin' face

I had to splurge one time from them shoes up

I had to get this bitch poppin' like a ruger

You know them bands make her blow me like a tuba

I beat the breaks off it, she gon' need a tuneup