A-Ok

(Yeah man, coming to you live and direct
From the Uptwn Estate, yeah)

Man like me I like to spend some bands
Ay, blow my flute like she be in my band
Ay, I make moves while you go take a nap
Ay, once I'm done's the only time that you have can it back
Ay, she just wanna fuck me for my clouty
Tell your man that you can't live without me
Papi always tends get it poppin'
I'm like Batman all you nigga's Robin
Robbin' all my flows
Maybe this one too
I got too much swag
Bitch I know I'm cool
Bitch I pop a xan
Then my flow turn lazy
I'm a 5 star stunna
And my face like baby
Dawg she want my babies
Take you boys to school
Like the bigger artist
Got to keep my cool
Keep it on the DL
On your ones and twos
Got a lot to gain
And a lot to lose

You just wanna flex like me, ay that's ok
Yeah I keep that check on me, ay that's my bae
You just want your neck like me, ay that's ok
Yeah you wanna flex like me, ay thats ok

Purple and some jolly's with my sprite
I put Ferragamo round my waist, Cartier my ice
I keep Robert Borden poppin' out my seems
Always what it seems
2k on my jeans
Everything I own
I don't own a lease
Nigga please, y'all still have party's at Chucky Cheese
Backing a girl with some double D's
Almost as dark as my cup of lean
You changed your sound all because of me
You can ask anyone they'd agree
Pumping out records, like I'm machine
Black and white diamonds like referee
I call the shots
She blow the whistle
I pop like a missel
Get rid of the man in the middle
They get you stuck in a pickle
All of my money gon' triple
Tell you the music is simple
Then put your head on a swivel

You just wanna flex like me, ay A-Ok
Yeah I keep that check on me, ay that's my bae
You just want your neck like me, ay that's ok
Yeah you wanna flex like me, ay A-Ok



Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Cortez
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