OK Lyrics

Pull up in this bitch like I own the spot

Make it when it count when I got the rock

I know niggas that aint never left the block

Damn dawg, we ain't playin ya'll

It's Gang ya'll

We slayin ya'll

Englewood I'm the man ya'll

Floodin the city I keep me a blicky

I'm gon blow her 'till she get on empty

Why is you playin I know where you stay at

Keep on duckin I know I don't play that

I ain't trippin cuz I just make one call

Got a Burg and I'm keepin it sawed-off

Just enough that I'm keepin them dawgs off

Couple of shotties I'm getting you hauled off

I'm on another one so I leveled up saw the Mother Load

Bank account and I'm getting my bezels up

To the double bag I'm on the double up pockets on Donkey Nuts Yah

I did things that I ain't proud of I've always been odd

I did Fed times and came home still embraced to my mob

Swear that I draw off before I fall off I got hoes in my car

I done been in wreckages got knocked out but then I seen God

Before I died better know that I'm givin it my all

Ain't no barrier gon keep me from getting to the top

Come from the Rak and you know how we get it

We blowin the Popeye we blowing some spinach

Link with gang then blow through some bitches

I'm drinking she's spending she sucking she splendid

I'm getting notifications all on my line got this fish on the hook

Gave her the curve now shorty been served

Got her an über then shot to the Burg

One of my niggas got out of the joint

So you know we had to put down an order

Folks sent the kite and we had to respond

They shut down da pound cuz theirs Sharks in that water

I give the illest you claiming you want it

I spit the realest a rose from a thorn

Can't believe I made it out the storm

Never thought I'd see 21

I can't change I'm stuck in my ways

Blowing bout an ounce to get through my day

You get money now OK

We.AE get money too OK

I'm proud of you supposed to be proud of me too

But the vibes I'm getting from you

Stop fakin you really aint true

I'm on the move

I'm a hundred not a fluke yea

Had to switch up on the route yea

No longer sellin ounces yea

Had to get a bigger house yea

Blowin up my account yea

Had to make it make it out yea

Keep em comin in a drought yea

Bundles underneath the couch yea

Me and my niggas out there

I'm from the gutta always been a hustle

Keep me a lick turning nothing to something

Shut down the Beavers cause I keep it jumpin

Caught em off beat you can calm me a drummer

Step out of line then we coming with thunder

Not playin around with you fuckers this summer

Pull up on hatas and I get to stuntin

Hop out of space the engine is grumblin

Link with the folks

None of my niggas gon fold

All my niggas gon roll

Keep our mouths closed

And if you get popped with that load still don't sell our soul

Did more than 10 come home not long ago

Now I'm about to try to go global

Now me and King go loco

Smoke me a ounce of that Dro

Hopefully it keep me afloat

Niggas had to leave them streets alone

Stick to the stu let God play his role

Keep going hard and try to stay focus

Keep spittin hot shit and stay in my zone

Wished all of my niggas was making parole

Free Larry Hoovers out of that hole

I probably say it in every song till they let my peoples come home

I can't change I'm stuck in my ways

Blowing bout an ounce to get through my day

You get money now OK

We.AE get money too OK

I'm proud of you supposed to be proud of me too

But the vibes I'm getting from you

Stop fakin you really aint true

I'm on the move

I'm a hundred not a fluke yea

Had to switch up on the route yea

No longer sellin ounces yea

Had to get a bigger house yea

Blowin up my account yea

Had to make it make it out yea

Keep em comin in a drought yea

Bundles underneath the couch yea

Me and my niggas out there