OK! ft. King Moses Lyrics

Ain't been here for all that rappin shit you niggaz doin, I see it

You only want my attention... acting like these Bitches, OK!

Since we all rappin then lemme talk facts when I spit

Ain't no way you can make no mistake

Been takin these trips, been havin this drip, and wit Bitches

You know that I havin my way

Since diapers a fighter I'm lit when I light up I'm ripped up

And now I be flexin on em

Like tryin on shoes how I'm steppin on em

Ain't gone pop up wit no weapon on em

She came in wit you, she left here wit me

Why you lookin at me that's the way that it go!

We at the game, we orderin drinks she love it

We ain't on the floor but we close!

I was on top of her while you was callin,

I looked in her eye she turnt over the phone

You know my timing is money I ran from the laws and then

Went and stood back on the corner

Bitch I been havin this motion, I was like 12 fuckin old niggaz hoes, fasho

I'm on some other shit, I just might cap on you hoes

I don't know it depend on my clothes

You on some other shit still on some gutter shit

No wonder why you look like its so foe

My lil youngin is wildin, he cut off his monitor

Got him some money and fucked on a hoe

I'm actually active today, and still ain't said that one day Imma sit on the throne

I'm wit lil gang in dis bitch, we foe life if I die know my nigga dem gone carry on!

Swear this shit gettin way, way too real for niggaz... huh

Fuck that buddy, buddy shit... fuck that fake homie shit, OK!

Back back better have my space, tell Baker better throw my cake

All that shit wouldn't fly in my city... try poppin that shit in LA

Can't fuck around wit it nigga

I found it my nigga you want it could have it today

I make a call wit a nigga won't fall wit you niggaz I pick up and spin round ya way

There when I land wit dat bitch who I am wit dat bitch

Them niggaz they already know! drippin from head to the toe...

Niggaz they already glow, yo

Why I feel like Snoop in nine duece, where the fuck my hockey jersey at?

Tell em when ya heart went cold... whole team match in all black

Man I guess my family too real... I don't run tellin what I do

Paid for shit I said I didn't do... Sell it back and tell em that its you

Can't take it back, no massuese... no such thing as over-shoot

Nigga come ball and recruit... act like a nigga never knew

I don't do no poppin online... cuz niggaz 12 poppin on live

Survive the coldest winter all time...

Grab that bitch and tell em that its mine, Nigga