Ok Ok Ok Lyrics

Aye it cost to live like this you hear me

All this drip on me bitch pull the cameras out

I got a list full of things I'm finna cross them out

I'm the main topic bitch I'm who they talk about

Big bands in my pocket I'm finna walk it out

A she gone make it clap ok ok

Yeah we be throwing racks ok ok

I wanna hit it from the back ok ok

I be dripping like that ok ok

Yeah get out your feelings shake that bitch make them titties bounce wit it

Hundreds and fifties big ole bitties

Man her pussy ain't for every

body she stingy

Blow them bands for the day I'm wit it

Big ass cute face she different

Man her pussy wet like the pacific

My bitch a dime yours a penny know the difference

Ima hit her spot she creaming a lot

Drop it like it's hot we put a beam on a opp

You love me or not if not kick rocks

Big uchies I got bands in a ziplock

Wet coochie

She gone fuck me till I can't stop

Ima foolie

She like damn Jaay you do a lot

I been told niggas it cost to live like this

I been told niggas y'all can't drop like this

She like damn Jaay I never had dick like this

Bleed the scene in the Dolces i tip so quick

Ain't nothing to a youngan I took your bitch

How many dimes do I got I got hits on hits

All this drip on me bitch pull the cameras out

I got a list full of things I'm finna cross them out

I'm the main topic bitch I'm who they talk about

Big bands in my pocket I'm finna walk it out

A she gone make it clap ok ok

Yeah we be throwing racks ok ok

I wanna hit it from the back ok ok

I be dripping like that ok ok

My knees hurt for carrying all this good dick

Take a pic wit some bands look how I look bitch

Chopstick take his soul I wish he would trip

Coby White her ass I ain't got time for the bullshit

She got a whole lot of ass but no brain cells

If the bag ain't right then oh well

She tried to cuff but that one time it didn't go well

She threw the pussy at me i one hand it like Odell

What is that I think I heard the pussy talking

I just blammed this lil bitch I got the pussy farting

She a light skin but like dark Remy Martin

Got her side missing on a milk carton

All this drip on me bitch pull the cameras out

I got a list full of things I'm finna cross them out

I'm the main topic bitch I'm who they talk about

Big bands in my pocket I'm finna walk it out

A she gone make it clap ok ok

Yeah we be throwing racks ok ok

I wanna hit it from the back ok ok

I be dripping like that ok ok

Aye it cost to live like this you hear me