OKAY (feat. Calissiis & Cavucci)
Four door space ship
Two door, same shit
Could never be basic
Power people sanctioned
Thinkin you built like me
When really you be on lame shit
Trying to see me lasik
Ain't fuckin wit the fakeness
Can't get reactions from me
Words will leave ya tainted
Callin up Louie for you
One call will get you painted
It's a Willow Springs thriller
In the making
Dubside of the K is what raised me
Was hoopin, was balling
Yeah it was amazing
Been knew that I was
Destined for greatness
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay, Okay
Okay no time to play
Give a fuck what a nigga gone say
Go ahead get some money today
Remember eating on frozen filets
Banquet meals every day
No more no way
Nah I'm capping okay
Okay, Okay, Okay, Okay
If I had to I would just to make a way
Do what I do for a reason
My nigga I'm makin a way
It's on me cause niggas be creepin
Yeah Some people be leechin
So watch all of them niggas you keepin
Them days I was feigning
Cried and I robbed for no reason
Yeah, Speak on my name
Gang gone jump and get to tweakin
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay, Okay
I want the wealth not the fame nigga
I want the real all around me
Those who left me once
Ain't gonna find me
Turnt it around
When the wheel wasn't aligning
I went from a shy kid
To a social butterfly
Right back to shy
Can't match my fly
Switch up the airlines
Every banner we hanging
Got the mileage increasing
I want the smoke
I don't dodge it
You in the back, I'm in the front
Niggas with me never lacking
Had to get it done
Bucket hat but I'll bury you quick
I ain't telling you shit
If yo people ain't on
Don't be saying you rich
I hang with bloods
Don't be saying you crip
Masked up, I'm just saying I'm Rip
If they get to tweaking
I'm a bad boy, No piston
OKAY
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay, Okay
Okay... Okay
Did not come to play
With none of you bitch ass
Niggas and Hoes
We still gettin throwed
Got numbers in my pockets
Like the buttons on remote
My destiny, I'm in control
I know you feelin me
But I just only want to
Feel the back of your throat
Ohh
Okay
Play with Louie
Get ya sprayed
Ruin your
Whole day
Turn ya shirt
Red color Kool-Aid
I know you don't
Want to end up in this ashtray
Want to know what I'm smokin on
I'm really Top five
Cavucci Dylan
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay, Okay
Two door, same shit
Could never be basic
Power people sanctioned
Thinkin you built like me
When really you be on lame shit
Trying to see me lasik
Ain't fuckin wit the fakeness
Can't get reactions from me
Words will leave ya tainted
Callin up Louie for you
One call will get you painted
It's a Willow Springs thriller
In the making
Dubside of the K is what raised me
Was hoopin, was balling
Yeah it was amazing
Been knew that I was
Destined for greatness
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay, Okay
Okay no time to play
Give a fuck what a nigga gone say
Go ahead get some money today
Remember eating on frozen filets
Banquet meals every day
No more no way
Nah I'm capping okay
Okay, Okay, Okay, Okay
If I had to I would just to make a way
Do what I do for a reason
My nigga I'm makin a way
It's on me cause niggas be creepin
Yeah Some people be leechin
So watch all of them niggas you keepin
Them days I was feigning
Cried and I robbed for no reason
Yeah, Speak on my name
Gang gone jump and get to tweakin
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay, Okay
I want the wealth not the fame nigga
I want the real all around me
Those who left me once
Ain't gonna find me
Turnt it around
When the wheel wasn't aligning
I went from a shy kid
To a social butterfly
Right back to shy
Can't match my fly
Switch up the airlines
Every banner we hanging
Got the mileage increasing
I want the smoke
I don't dodge it
You in the back, I'm in the front
Niggas with me never lacking
Had to get it done
Bucket hat but I'll bury you quick
I ain't telling you shit
If yo people ain't on
Don't be saying you rich
I hang with bloods
Don't be saying you crip
Masked up, I'm just saying I'm Rip
If they get to tweaking
I'm a bad boy, No piston
OKAY
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay, Okay
Okay... Okay
Did not come to play
With none of you bitch ass
Niggas and Hoes
We still gettin throwed
Got numbers in my pockets
Like the buttons on remote
My destiny, I'm in control
I know you feelin me
But I just only want to
Feel the back of your throat
Ohh
Okay
Play with Louie
Get ya sprayed
Ruin your
Whole day
Turn ya shirt
Red color Kool-Aid
I know you don't
Want to end up in this ashtray
Want to know what I'm smokin on
I'm really Top five
Cavucci Dylan
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay, Okay
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Writer(s): Dominique Cook
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