OKAY

(Mm-mmm)
Girl you know what I be on (you know what I be on)
You know how I'm coming (Uh, uh)
You know what I be on
You know how I'm coming (Uh, uh, uh)

(Uh, uh) You know what I be on
I be out the way never tired, feel like Kevin Gates (Hey)
Gutta baby I done came up, round the way
I be fucking niggas, bitches wanna eat me like some steak (Let's Go!)
Love them ghetto hoes, ratchet, freaked out bougie hoes
Tell her touch her toes don't trick for pussy I'm not one of those (No way)
She wanted love, time attention, leave her where she at
(Okay, okay)
I make it look easy

Like a ref I'ma keep me a tech
D Wade put three in his chest
Like Zaya Glock came with a switch, keep it tucked in this Nike tech
Knocker bobbin' I walk with a limp (ewww)
Put stock in a vest
I'ma dog don't need me a leash (Skrrrt) pull off in a Vette
I don't drive but I stay in my lane
Oversized hoodie like I'm Trayvon I be fresh to death, no casket
Earned my stripes feel like Carole Baskin
Flip on the track like I'm CB
Need a Big Play Shay like a TD, jump the route drop the ball like T.D
I'm ballin' like the Sixers A.I cross 'em out the picture
7-6's clean the block like janitors, bring out the mops
I put DDs on the chop, custo guard, brand new stock
Ghost, ain't no tracing this (BOOM)
Watch what you say on the phone
Leave a message and watch your tone
Apple tag it she taggin' along
Stuffin' cock in her back, put your face in my lap
Top dragger you know I'm comin'
Step! or get stepped on
Do right by me or I get left
Ain't green but I'm too slimy with it, don't trust me I'ma grimy nigga

(Okay)
(Okay)
(Okay)
(Okay)
I make it look easy
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
I make it look easy
(Okay)
(Okay)
I make it look easy
(I make it look easy)



Credits
Writer(s): Lord Mason-beckett
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