OKAY! ft. Trench Lyrics

Can I get it a little bit of that

Ice mode but I'm really finna melt the track

To get where I'm at had to sell a couple sacks had to shoot a couple guns

Me and mines double backed

Take this work money then I turn it to a work pack

I was selling low for minute fuck that

Money over bitches so you know focused on that

Not the 80's but homies still whip crack

Thug since a young boy ask my mom that

Really went to selling pounds from a dime bag

On the grind for 5 years where the time pass

Spent a little bit of time in my life Ina cell

Had to do extra time cause nigga didn't tell

I was lost in these streets wandering to dwell

Dwelling in the streets

I'm sick of the streets

Fell on my ass

Back on my feet

Our time to feast

Trench kill the beats

We feed the streets

My team elite

Trench kill the beats

We feed the streets

My team elite go!

Got deep roots like south

Jambalaya

Spice em up with shot like fireball drank

Double cross on the mob yea that's not okay

Hit the dusse catch a vibe nigga okay

My bitch got a bag and she slay okay

Drop a bag and my homie gonna do what I say

Can't wait for a reach out goes both ways

Look forward to the future can't dwell on old days

Step on the track I'm confident I know that I'm gonna be dominant

When we poppin and all the women saying oh my god

Trenton's on a god level I cannot settle wanna stomp brittle

Motherfuckas out if you want metal we can run it now

It'll get a little loud who the bitches now

When its coming to the money yeah we getting piles

If your brother come in runnin imma sit em down

Keep my circle small you are not allowed

Keep Keep my circle small you are not allowed

So wait what you better get down

Cuz there's a million motherfuckers who ain't feeling us now

Finished up drip drip quick gimme a towel

I just came inside the game and she is spitting it out

You think I'm spitting it now

shit you ain't seen trench on a villain account

Like how the fuck he be coldest in the room and let it off a boom

I sweep the bitches off they feet like I'm a broom

I bring the doom

Back in this business Now we acting fools

Don't fuck with this world finna pack me a tool

Rolling with the pole okay

Trey finna roll okay

Big blunts what we smoke okay

Back streets them the roads okay

810 where I live everyday

Better watch out you might get sprayed

By some motherfuckas tryna get paid around us dangerous okay

Got deep roots like south

Jambalaya

Spice em up with shot like fireball drank

Double cross on the mob yea that's not okay

Hit the dusse catch a vibe nigga okay

My bitch got a bag and she slay okay

Drop a bag and my homie gonna do what I say

Can't wait for a reach out goes both ways

Look forward to the future can't dwell on old days