That's OK
Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago
London to Morroco
Niggas claim they rich but I'm the brokest nigga I know
I just play the Lotto
Gangstas wanna ride dough with they guns
Out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat
Fuck you problems bitch
I'm plottin like a psycho
Bitches call me boppo
I like all my pussy with some good head on the side dough
Mercy, mercy on me
With no mercy 'n laggo
Bitches blow me like a trombone
I got shawties on the side dough that's ok (That's ok)
I get hoes and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)
Bitch I'm broke and that's ok
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit, that's ok)
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit)
Niggas feel me coz my team is so colossal
London to Morroco
Soon as I get rich I'm off to mexico for tacos
She just wants some combo
But I ain't got no time dough
I just wanna grab that gun and
Blat, blat, blat, blat
Blow my mind out
Bitch can trip and that's ok
She ain't shit and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)
Oh bitch I'm different that's ok
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit, that's ok)
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit)
They say he stuntin' hard for a nigga with no job, yay
When he get that car get that necklace get them bras, yo
He think he a start sign them posters up and movies shows
And late nights at the studios 'n fuckin all the groupie hoes
(Groupie hoes)
Drinkin all the henny gettin faded
I dont drink no vodka but Moscato thats my favourite
Two Mucielagos in my driveway with the baddest chicks
They callin me they daddy pimp and then I woke up mad as shit
Hopped up bout the bedroom to my motherfucking swag on
Supercallaniggaristicespeallamagnum
Double cups and twisted think im trippin bitch 'n thats ok
Pray for me if that's the case someone go get pastor mase
They say he wild for a nigga with no burner, yay
Man he pretty down for someone we never heard of, yay
Then along came joyner his subordinates dont get heard in, yay
I usually don't get turned up yeah
But this is whademwo
Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago
London to Morroco
Niggas claim they rich but I'm the brokest nigga I know
I just play the Lotto
Gangstas wanna ride dough with they guns
Out tryna plot like
Blat, blat, blat, blat
Fuck you problems bitch
I'm plottin like a psycho
Bitches call me boppo
I like all my pussy with some good head on the side dough
Mercy, mercy on me
With no mercy 'n laggo
Bitches blow me like a trombone
I got shawties on the side dough that's ok (That's ok)
I get hoes and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)
Bitch I'm broke and that's ok
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit, that's ok)
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit)
Niggas feel me coz my team is so colossal
London to Morroco
Soon as I get rich I'm off to mexico for tacos
She just wants some combo but I ain't got no time dough
I just wanna grab that gun
And blat, blat, blat, blat
Blow my mind out
Bitch can trip and that's ok
She ain't shit and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)
Oh bitch I'm different that's ok
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit, that's ok)
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit)
They say he pretty fly for a nigga that stay single, ya
All my bitches whack now I'm back on kush to mingle, ya
Puffin on them cancer sticks I know it turn you off n shit
But all I do is stress and shit and I can't get the devil offa me
(O-offa me)
Stomping out the haters with no Tims on
All my insta crushes wanna keep me in the friend zone
Now it's back to hustlin got no cable or no water
So I'm selling all the cars I stole I might just sell some bars I wrote
I'm from outer space different species of reptilian
Supercallaniggaristicesexpeallalien
Flying through the atmosphere, cruising on you that's ok
Pour some liquor back and pray for all the soldiers passed away
They say he made it for a nigga that ain't stopping, ye
Made it out the hood ended right back in the projects, ye
Wish a nigga would try to get me then I'm plotting
Yeah my chain says it's dead silence, yeah
With flawless stones and diamonds yeah
Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago
London to Morroco
Niggas claim they rich but I'm the brokest nigga I know
I just play the Lotto
Gangstas wanna ride dough with they guns
Out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat
Fuck you problems bitch
I'm plottin like a psycho
Bitches call me boppo
I like all my pussy with some good head on the side dough
Mercy, mercy on me
With no mercy 'n laggo
Bitches blow me like a trombone
I got shawties on the side dough that's ok (That's ok)
I get hoes and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)
Bitch I'm broke and that's ok
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit, that's ok)
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit)
Niggas feel me coz my team is so colossal
London to Morroco
Soon as I get rich I'm off to mexico for tacos
She just wants some combo
But I ain't got no time dough
I just wanna grab that gun and
Blat, blat, blat, blat
Blow my mind out
Bitch can trip and that's ok
She ain't shit and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)
Oh bitch I'm different that's ok
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit, that's ok)
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit)
London to Morroco
Niggas claim they rich but I'm the brokest nigga I know
I just play the Lotto
Gangstas wanna ride dough with they guns
Out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat
Fuck you problems bitch
I'm plottin like a psycho
Bitches call me boppo
I like all my pussy with some good head on the side dough
Mercy, mercy on me
With no mercy 'n laggo
Bitches blow me like a trombone
I got shawties on the side dough that's ok (That's ok)
I get hoes and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)
Bitch I'm broke and that's ok
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit, that's ok)
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit)
Niggas feel me coz my team is so colossal
London to Morroco
Soon as I get rich I'm off to mexico for tacos
She just wants some combo
But I ain't got no time dough
I just wanna grab that gun and
Blat, blat, blat, blat
Blow my mind out
Bitch can trip and that's ok
She ain't shit and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)
Oh bitch I'm different that's ok
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit, that's ok)
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit)
They say he stuntin' hard for a nigga with no job, yay
When he get that car get that necklace get them bras, yo
He think he a start sign them posters up and movies shows
And late nights at the studios 'n fuckin all the groupie hoes
(Groupie hoes)
Drinkin all the henny gettin faded
I dont drink no vodka but Moscato thats my favourite
Two Mucielagos in my driveway with the baddest chicks
They callin me they daddy pimp and then I woke up mad as shit
Hopped up bout the bedroom to my motherfucking swag on
Supercallaniggaristicespeallamagnum
Double cups and twisted think im trippin bitch 'n thats ok
Pray for me if that's the case someone go get pastor mase
They say he wild for a nigga with no burner, yay
Man he pretty down for someone we never heard of, yay
Then along came joyner his subordinates dont get heard in, yay
I usually don't get turned up yeah
But this is whademwo
Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago
London to Morroco
Niggas claim they rich but I'm the brokest nigga I know
I just play the Lotto
Gangstas wanna ride dough with they guns
Out tryna plot like
Blat, blat, blat, blat
Fuck you problems bitch
I'm plottin like a psycho
Bitches call me boppo
I like all my pussy with some good head on the side dough
Mercy, mercy on me
With no mercy 'n laggo
Bitches blow me like a trombone
I got shawties on the side dough that's ok (That's ok)
I get hoes and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)
Bitch I'm broke and that's ok
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit, that's ok)
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit)
Niggas feel me coz my team is so colossal
London to Morroco
Soon as I get rich I'm off to mexico for tacos
She just wants some combo but I ain't got no time dough
I just wanna grab that gun
And blat, blat, blat, blat
Blow my mind out
Bitch can trip and that's ok
She ain't shit and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)
Oh bitch I'm different that's ok
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit, that's ok)
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit)
They say he pretty fly for a nigga that stay single, ya
All my bitches whack now I'm back on kush to mingle, ya
Puffin on them cancer sticks I know it turn you off n shit
But all I do is stress and shit and I can't get the devil offa me
(O-offa me)
Stomping out the haters with no Tims on
All my insta crushes wanna keep me in the friend zone
Now it's back to hustlin got no cable or no water
So I'm selling all the cars I stole I might just sell some bars I wrote
I'm from outer space different species of reptilian
Supercallaniggaristicesexpeallalien
Flying through the atmosphere, cruising on you that's ok
Pour some liquor back and pray for all the soldiers passed away
They say he made it for a nigga that ain't stopping, ye
Made it out the hood ended right back in the projects, ye
Wish a nigga would try to get me then I'm plotting
Yeah my chain says it's dead silence, yeah
With flawless stones and diamonds yeah
Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago
London to Morroco
Niggas claim they rich but I'm the brokest nigga I know
I just play the Lotto
Gangstas wanna ride dough with they guns
Out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat
Fuck you problems bitch
I'm plottin like a psycho
Bitches call me boppo
I like all my pussy with some good head on the side dough
Mercy, mercy on me
With no mercy 'n laggo
Bitches blow me like a trombone
I got shawties on the side dough that's ok (That's ok)
I get hoes and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)
Bitch I'm broke and that's ok
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit, that's ok)
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit)
Niggas feel me coz my team is so colossal
London to Morroco
Soon as I get rich I'm off to mexico for tacos
She just wants some combo
But I ain't got no time dough
I just wanna grab that gun and
Blat, blat, blat, blat
Blow my mind out
Bitch can trip and that's ok
She ain't shit and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)
Oh bitch I'm different that's ok
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit, that's ok)
(That's ok, that's ok)
(That shit, that shit)
Credits
Writer(s): Gary Maurice Jr Lucas
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