Okay So What Lyrics

I don't give a damn if you want me, huh Jigsaw on the beat, keep it low-key, huh

Got a bag in my hand like some groceries, huh O.D. on a rapper if they hold me

I feel incredible, they know I'm that Black and I'm ghetto, I spazz on the tracks

Chug on my name, I go straight on my tacks Look for the house when we passin' the pack

Serve me up, I did it once, but you can't I am not pissed, but I fang

I put that boy in the grave Turn that boy red to a stain

I do what he can and he wish he didn't I think that he goin' insane

My side chick, I know what's his name Just know that I'm touchin' the cape

Now you gon' talk in the net, and you talkin' in net But then realize you ain't sayin' shit

Yeah, she gettin' wet in the net, not makin' a stream But I'm not even talkin' bout Twitch

She move like a glitch, you gettin' these feels You clappin' your cheeks, but ain't gettin' rich

Two years of the high school, girl broke a witch Now you really jump off of a bridge, uh

Oh, she want me, okay, so I got a flex on my team

Card, she stretch it up with some keys Beat it, I know she payin' the lease

Yeah, I would kill him if he talkin' capiche Got this girl, I gave him a hand, I go teach

Make your money, I'll be back on my beat I make her moan like she bout to

Don't give a damn if you want me, huh Jigsaw on the beat, keep it low-key, huh

Got a bag in my hand like some groceries, huh OD on a rapper if they hold me, uh

I feel incredible, they knowin' that Black and I'm ghetto, I spazz on the tracks

Talk on my name, I go straight on my tacks Look for the opps when we passin' the pack

Serve me up, serve me up, serve me up Turnin' on me, you don't know enough

All of my homies, they blowin' up, blowin' up I got a girl and I hit from the back

And they already know that she blowin' us, blowin' us Don't believe me

What I get from the back And I really think that that girl showin' us

Nevertheless, if I hit what's on my head with that B

I got ice cream mixed with ice tea That's some nice things

Designer brands, rockin' Gucci Mix it with some Nike

I know she lovin' my mind and she lovin' my grind And I know that she like me

She lovin' my face and she lovin' my eyes And she likin' my braids and my puffy

Don't give a damn if you want me, huh Jigsaw on the beat, keep it low-key, huh

Got a bag in my hand like some groceries, huh OD on a rapper if they hold me, uh

I feel incredible, they knowin' that Black and I'm ghetto, I spazz on the tracks

Talk on my name, I go straight on my tacks Look for the opps when we passin' the pack

Serve me up