OK! Lyrics

Woah, woah, I got a Glock with a K, I put right in your face

She want me to stay Baby, I cannot stay

I can't kick it with you any day What you doing, you not getting paid

I be smoking and Swerving and driving the Wraith

Smoking on opps and I don't give a damn Niggas like me, I got my Mufuckin Bands

And what the fuck wrong with these niggas right now

I'mma try to fuck your bitch right now

I'mma take you down, I'mma turn you around, shawty

I'mma give you a rounds shawty, She ready for war, she came to party

I'm in the Wraith, I'm speeding, I'm going first place

I'm fucking on shawty, I fuck on her Face

I be going all in, what the fuck is a break

Just look at my fashion, Kanye Way, Come love on me, girl, I don't want you to wait

This shit so deep like candy Paint, And I got a red key thats my soul Mate,

Skrrt

Ooh, Rip Rico, gotta smoke one put it in the Air

I gotta show sympathy, man, I don't care

Sometimes I be thinking this shit ain't fair

Tough, girl you flirting with me for what?

Girl, I'm trying to get all in your guts

Ima squirrel gone get me a nut

I aint Afraid of shit I aint Scared of nun

I'mma call your phone, Baby (Ima Call Yo Phone)

I want you to come home, Baby

I be all alone, come save me

Who the fuck I'mma talk to when I'm going crazy

I been trying to stay calm, you faking it lately

And I really don't want you to go, baby

Shawty, you know I wanna be with you

I'm all for you, girl, I ain't leaving you

Oh, I'm stacking this money, I'm getting this shit Forever Forever

I'm taking my time, I keep me in Nine

I'm doing it right and I'm Fucking her Better

They be looking at me up on Google, probably on YouTube

Bitch, I'm a trendsetter

And I'mma go crazy for you, I got no Manners

How you gon' catch up with me, you got no Handles

Damn, you gotta get back up

You fall to the ground, you gon' have to pick that up

You see your brother down, you gon' have to help him up

Cause I don't wanna see you all alone, no

Yeah, my mama call my phone and tell me I'm winning

I told her, wait, this just the beginning

Look over my shoulder, see the niggas grinning

I do not know what they really wan'do with me

All of my friends, they turning my enemies

I got a plan and I wanna Feed the Streets

You know I'm the man, Yessir, I gotta Eat

Yeah, I be burning the streets

I be hitting doughnuts all around this motherfucker

I'm him, and you can't stop me

I'm balling hard, matter of fact, you can call me Tim

I got my boots on, I been popping my shit

But I'm kicking him right in his chin

And don't take too long, I been getting his money

These niggas know that I'mma win

I'm in the back of a scat pack, smoking on big pack

Counting up big racks, yeah

You got a problem, come fix that

Nigga, I'm with that, I got a big Gat, yeah

I Don't be typing on internet, don't do no chit-chats

Nah, I ain't with that, yeah

I can't make a phone call to my nigga

They pull up on you where your bitch at sleep at, yeah

Ok Alright, okay, okay, okay, okay,

Yeah, she wanna fight, but I know she wanna play

Never let em know, let em know where you stay

I be in Fresh as fuck but I be shooting dirty K's

And I wanted you to know that I'mma be okay

Whoa, Ok, Ok