Lyrics OH OKAY! - YSN Flow

OH OKAY!

Only dream is just to be the greatest
Smoke marijuana, I love the fragrance
7 figures, man, this shit amazin'
Cartier lenses, I can see 'em hatin'
The sky’s the limit, I stay lookin' up
If you don’t know my name, then you can look it up
From the bottom, but I took it up
Still be trappin', my brothers, I hook 'em up
Heard it’s a bag on my head, I ain’t duckin' no beef
Bitch, you know I’m still takin' the top off
My shooters ain’t takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups
We pull up and knockin' his top off
Oh okay!
Hot like the flex in that photo race
Sip act, I need like four more dranks
Big body, I need like four more lanes
Clutch the gang, I need like four more chains
Only dream is just to be the greatest
Smoke marijuana, I love the fragrance
7 figures, man, this shit amazin'
Cartier lenses, I can see 'em hatin'
The sky’s the limit, I stay lookin' up
If you don’t know my name, then you can look it up
From the bottom, but I took it up
Still be trappin', my brothers, I hook 'em up
Feel like I got scoliosis, bitch, I get massages while ridin' around in that
Maybach
If you say you want beef, we ain’t doin' no squashin', hell nah,
we ain’t doin' no takebacks
On the 'Gram wit' a row, when I see you in person, you know we don’t have shit,
we take that
Don’t want pussy, lil' hoe, where yo' face at?
Dick in her throat, yeah, I’m fuckin' her face back
Face all my problems, I don’t do no crime
I pop an addy, then pour up a lime
I’m on the gram wit' a Glock and a pine
I ain’t stressin' and still fold my P. O
Knock knock, if you knock wrong, then we shootin' his ass through the peephole
Keep a .40 and it’s holdin' a three-oh
Cock on my Glock, yeah, my Glock got a deepthroat
Rollin' my pockets, you notice we keep those
Heard it’s a bag on my head, I ain’t duckin' no beef
Bitch, you know I’m still takin' the top off
My shooters ain’t takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups
We pull up and knockin' his top off
Oh okay!
Hot like the flex in that photo race
Sip act, I need like four more dranks
Big body, I need like four more lanes
Clutch the gang, I need like four more chains
I spent a wraith on my jewelry and still walk around with a whole bunch of
bands on me
Know that boy, he ain’t 'bout it, he stay in the track, I can tell,
when he see me, he ran from me
I’m too famous for trappin', I copped me a low, gave that straight to my bro,
that’s my brother’s pack
Spent some thousands on guns just to get to the game, bitch, you know I can’t
let none of my brothers lack
Ice on my body, I feel like a glacier, yo' bitch but she fucked me,
I swear I ain’t make her
Ain’t stressin' bout bitches, I need me some paper
Squares in my circle, I bet they got boxed
Brand new Glock .40, I gave it a cock
I can’t go back to them days I was stuck in them chains, man I swear I hate
sleepin' on cots
I do this shit for my brothers so they can quit trappin', I still see 'em sleep
on the block
If I got a problem, they creep on the block
Know niggas pop, so I sleep wit' my Glock
In the waters, bitch I creep wit' my ride
I can’t' do shit that a fuck nigga do, Imma real nigga wit' a steel nigga
You get killed nigga just for lookin' wrong
Fuck you, I hope you took it wrong
Heard it’s a bag on my head, I ain’t duckin' no beef
Bitch, you know I’m still takin' the top off
My shooters ain’t takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups
We pull up and knockin' his top off
Oh okay!
Hot like the flex in that photo race
Sip act, I need like four more dranks
Big body, I need like four more lanes
Clutch the gang, I need like four more chains