Okay yea cool (feat. 904Matcha)
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
If it's up then it's stuck
Ain't no coming back around
She wants love, not lust
But I got her face down
I ain't ever give a fuck
So why should I now?
And I had to run it up
Got me trapping every pound
G-G Gang in the back and we driving a stolly
My pockets too big, yeah they gettin to swollen
Drop a hundred bands and pay for the rolly
He swear he my friend but he don't even know me
I live in the night, Lil bitch I'm a vamp
Molly got that bitch all up in my pants
She calling me up and she said I'm her mans
She don't want love, no, she want all my bands
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
I got the drip, okay, shut up
Why you keep talking?
I'm on a trip, You blowing my mind
Why you keep knocking?
Hello, I'm here for you
Gots to see it through my love
I'm on a trip, You blowing my mind
Why you keep knocking?
E girl With her face on, Baby No facade (La la la)
Tatted up With her tongue pierced Like "oh my god"
Thick thighs will be the death of me, Okay
I couldn't rest in piece without her
I ask her to sit on my face, She say
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
If it's up then it's stuck
Ain't no coming back around
She wants love, not lust
But I got her face down
I ain't ever give a fuck
So why should I now?
And I had to run it up
Got me trapping every pound
G-G Gang in the back and we driving a stolly
My pockets too big, yeah they gettin to swollen
Drop a hundred bands and pay for the rolly
He swear he my friend but he don't even know me
I live in the night, Lil bitch I'm a vamp
Molly got that bitch all up in my pants
She calling me up and she said I'm her mans
She don't want love, no, she want all my bands
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
I got the drip, okay, shut up
Why you keep talking?
I'm on a trip, You blowing my mind
Why you keep knocking?
Hello, I'm here for you
Gots to see it through my love
I'm on a trip, You blowing my mind
Why you keep knocking?
E girl With her face on, Baby No facade (La la la)
Tatted up With her tongue pierced Like "oh my god"
Thick thighs will be the death of me, Okay
I couldn't rest in piece without her
I ask her to sit on my face, She say
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
Ok, ok, ok yea cool
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Writer(s): Connor Nelson
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