Ok Lyrics

Okay, guess I'm feel the envy okay, like they gonna hate

Why they think they can get up with me

No way, like these niggas followin' waves

Told cuz if he was try to cross me

Make sure that you look both ways

Like this shit ah get tact anyday

Got Zone in the front and G Zo in the rear

Like this shit ah get tact, they ain't scared

They talk like they with it, but really be

Scared

Gang told me just keep makin' hits

See, I got a vision, that shit crystal clear

Ain't no way I can stop goin' in

Can't stop makin' hits swear this shit, my career

All my niggas, they all bout they bread

We gotta ball hard 23, it's our year

Shawty, see how them young niggas lit

Took over the sections, they know what it is

After that, then it's back to the crib back out the Remy, we don't do the beers

Then we just flame up the Za

Lil' Momma straight blowin' my phone, girl I'm fried

Ask Q to check the PSI

The artist is back, heavy pressure applied

For the fam, kno I gotta provide

This shit been a journey, like, not gonna lie

Kinda crazy, just started, it felt like a journey can't stop, it's one hell of a ride

Like, wait, now lil shorty on the ride

She singing, Tek It while a nigga inside

She stepped in the booth, said she caught a vibe

Hit up flex with a motion got waves like a tide

But wait, let's talk on the factual

When you would down, everybody would laugh at you

Then when you up, they gon' act like they proud of you

Back to reality, these niggas mad at you

Foe' in the spot, he dressed up like a casual

Soon as this shit ah go left, it get tactical

Right or wrong, I'ma go down with my brothers foe'

I cannot stop till I get me a hundred, bro

I need a one and six O's before decimals

Anything less what the fuck, unacceptable

I do this shit for the times I ain't have to do dude

Pour up the Hen, but the Rem is preferable

Shorty, she givin' me brain and that shit is impeccable

I just might roll up a wood or two

Now shawty say I'm her man, you could call me bae

But I am not with the relations boo

Hold on

They know my bop Mr.SnapinnaStu gotta go harder

On the bros, dawg, look

Pockets on fat, that shit like a snowball

Like, these niggas really be fans

Dick riding, tryna act tough for his mans

These niggas live on the gram

I don't got the time, I'm chasin' these bands

Could still run it up off the grams

I changed for the better, yes, nigga, I did

I'm tryna cop me a Benz

GLE Coupe, man this shit not a dan'

Voices , they were just all in my head

Was tellin' me quit, now they tell me go in

One in my ear told me keep goin' crazy

And droppin', he see that I'm back on my shit

Okay, guess I'm feel the envy

Okay, like they gonna hate

Why they think they can get up with me

No way, like these niggas followin' waves

Told cuz, if you was try to cross me

Make sure that you look both ways

Like, this shit ah get tact anyday

Got zone in the front, and G Zo in the rear

Like, this shit ah get tact, we ain't scared

They talk like they with it, but really be scared

Gang told me jus keep makin' hits

See, I got a vision, that shit, cuz too clear

Ain't no way I could stop goin' in

Can't stop makin' hits, swear this shit my career

All my niggas, they all bout they bread

We gotta ball hard, 23 it's our year

Shorty, see how them young niggas lit

Took over the sections, they know what it is

After that, then it's back to the crib

Back out the Remy, we don't do the beers

Then we just flame up the Za

Lil' momma straight blowin' my phone, girl, I'm fried

Ask Q to check the PSI

The artist is back heavy pressure applied, gang