Okay (feat. Bubble T)
Ok
I say porque
Do you think that you fucking with
Me and you we don't communicate
Smoke up in the air
I gotta fumigate
Piles to the roof that's the big stack
Once you lose respect you cannot get it back
Slide thru for the bag with the better tags
Ain't no need to brag
Throw it off the back
Side show bob what a sorry sap
You got sticks
I got rope
We can tie the sack
Slide thru with the mix like Pensado dash
To the master fact
I dabble in the jibber jab
Wowzers
Let it rain showers
Imma have to need to change my trousers
Sweetened to the sour
Sit this out you coward
You cant pull up with bowser
That super flower power
I sip a stout astounded
Serving up a scenic zenith dean of eve
Eat it beat it deed it
Cletus on his triple beam
We can take it to the outskirts of a sleeted sleeve
See deceit as easy pease when you Eazy E
Ok
I say porque
Do you think that you fucking with
Me and you we don't communicate
Smoke up in the air
I gotta fumigate
Piles to the roof that's the big stack
Once you lose respect you cannot get it back
Slide thru for the bag with the better tags
Ain't no need to brag
Throw it off the back
Side show bob what a sorry sap
You got sticks
I got rope
We can tie the sack
Slide thru with the mix like Pensado dash
To the master fact
I dabble in the jibber jab
Dabble with the jibber jab
Right hook get em mad
I'm not looking at a price tag
That's a white flag
I ain't mad
Got the touch like a iPad
Big check
Icey wrist flash
You can't miss that
Whoa
Stole my flow
You can keep that
Bitch you old
Like a tape deck
Oh you mad
That's a mad flex
I just sent your bitch a drunk text
Ok
I say porque
Do you think that you fucking with
Me and you we don't communicate
Smoke up in the air
I gotta fumigate
Piles to the roof that's the big stack
Once you lose respect you cannot get it back
Slide thru for the bag with the better tags
Ain't no need to brag
Throw it off the back
Side show bob what a sorry sap
You got sticks
I got rope
We can tie the sack
Slide thru with the mix like Pensado dash
To the master fact
I dabble in the jibber jab
Piles to the roof that's the big stack
Once you lose respect you cannot get it back
Slide thru for the bag with the better tags
Ain't no need to brag
Throw it off the back
Side show bob what a sorry sap
You got sticks
I got rope
We can tie the sack
Slide thru with the mix like Pensado dash
To the master fact
I dabble in the jibber jab
I say porque
Do you think that you fucking with
Me and you we don't communicate
Smoke up in the air
I gotta fumigate
Piles to the roof that's the big stack
Once you lose respect you cannot get it back
Slide thru for the bag with the better tags
Ain't no need to brag
Throw it off the back
Side show bob what a sorry sap
You got sticks
I got rope
We can tie the sack
Slide thru with the mix like Pensado dash
To the master fact
I dabble in the jibber jab
Wowzers
Let it rain showers
Imma have to need to change my trousers
Sweetened to the sour
Sit this out you coward
You cant pull up with bowser
That super flower power
I sip a stout astounded
Serving up a scenic zenith dean of eve
Eat it beat it deed it
Cletus on his triple beam
We can take it to the outskirts of a sleeted sleeve
See deceit as easy pease when you Eazy E
Ok
I say porque
Do you think that you fucking with
Me and you we don't communicate
Smoke up in the air
I gotta fumigate
Piles to the roof that's the big stack
Once you lose respect you cannot get it back
Slide thru for the bag with the better tags
Ain't no need to brag
Throw it off the back
Side show bob what a sorry sap
You got sticks
I got rope
We can tie the sack
Slide thru with the mix like Pensado dash
To the master fact
I dabble in the jibber jab
Dabble with the jibber jab
Right hook get em mad
I'm not looking at a price tag
That's a white flag
I ain't mad
Got the touch like a iPad
Big check
Icey wrist flash
You can't miss that
Whoa
Stole my flow
You can keep that
Bitch you old
Like a tape deck
Oh you mad
That's a mad flex
I just sent your bitch a drunk text
Ok
I say porque
Do you think that you fucking with
Me and you we don't communicate
Smoke up in the air
I gotta fumigate
Piles to the roof that's the big stack
Once you lose respect you cannot get it back
Slide thru for the bag with the better tags
Ain't no need to brag
Throw it off the back
Side show bob what a sorry sap
You got sticks
I got rope
We can tie the sack
Slide thru with the mix like Pensado dash
To the master fact
I dabble in the jibber jab
Piles to the roof that's the big stack
Once you lose respect you cannot get it back
Slide thru for the bag with the better tags
Ain't no need to brag
Throw it off the back
Side show bob what a sorry sap
You got sticks
I got rope
We can tie the sack
Slide thru with the mix like Pensado dash
To the master fact
I dabble in the jibber jab
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Writer(s): Jonathan Paulson
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