OK Lyrics

Ran it up but still fucking this cash off

Aye that boy verses me ain't no stand off

That nigga a joke laugh my ass off

Matter fact you a trip get my bags hoe

Hope this song do some numbers and blast off

Tummy tuck with some hips

That ass soft

If she thick throw it back get my rocks off

Not the one to point fingers that ass fault

Model status like she on a runway

Im a baller she on me like bengay

Rest in peace to Young Dolph

This shit cra

Crazy when you give back and they still hate

Bout my chips and aint talking bout fri-lay

Now I do what I want like its free play

Mane they watching my moves like a replay

Nigga visiting this aint where you stay

I know killers and dealers and drillers no feelings them niggas them niggas be ready to slide out

Bitches say RIP to the nigga but fucking the killer plus thats where he hide out

Keep the sun I want rain to wash out the pain

Used to sip lean til I passed out

Damn near fucked up my kidneys

this one for the chillens you aint gotta pour up to get some clout

If I die today

Then what would you say

Alot of people a claim that we was straight

I cant relate

Too far from fake

These niggas aint real all they do is hate

It be the ones with you that's quick to betray

In your own city to kick it aint safe

It aint bout money we cant conversate

Im coming in first and you aint even place

Nigga

OK

OK

Yeah

OK

Yeah

OK

Look

Ran it up but still fucking this cash off

Come at me wrong and I'm knocking his head off

First pack on the plug and he ran off

Hard head that's the reason her ass soft

Got a rocket tatted on me cuz blast off

To the top 3T it's a brand hoe

Lame niggas always claiming I'm big bro

Back up off me yeen even my kin folk

I'm cashing big checks

She get my seats wet

Down on one knee she yell Danny please

While I kill it from the back

6am nigga sent some attachments

You a creepy old nigga nasty

When she sober she calling me pappy

Took lil mama go cry bout now bitch