OKOK! Lyrics

Spit witta tech you can't grasp what I'm tellin

Dick is attached to my metal, I buss it

B-b-back at at the pad and I run it

I'm downin' wok out a cup and it's buzzin

Issa dawn of the deads if you chat w the feds

I can't run wit em then cuz I'm trying to win

I'm too slick w money too slick w my bands

(Na-naaa)

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(Woahh)

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Vapor and mist, it get hot in the box

Heater legit let me handle the opps

Bump in the whip, mango blare on the aux

Said she wanted a bull, made me feel like a Ox

C-o-c-k, Right down her neck

She want a ring? I said"what's next?"

Can't fuck with me. I been the best

Top dog, all bite, Don't bark at shit

I get paper cuts from all my bands

Fold n pile up too many bens

Link and huddle up wit all my mans

Enemy Encountered, he a fan

Somethin' outta place, I'm wonderin

Dance and Take a sip inside the crib

Spit witta tech you can't grasp what I'm tellin

Dick is attached to my metal, I buss it

B-b-back at at the pad and I run it

I'm downin' wok out a cup and it's buzzin

Issa dawn of the deads if you chat w the feds

I can't run wit em then cuz I'm trying to win

I'm too slick w money too slick w my bands

(Na-naaa)

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(Woahh)

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