Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OH OKAY!, artist - YSN Flow. Album song Flow $ZN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
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 |