Lil Skies – OK

OK Lyrics

Intro
Buddah Bless this beat
Mm, okay, oh yeah
Okay

Verse 1
Fuck nigga say he got a problem
Hol’ up, nigga, keep your head up
I’m a young nigga, got my bread up
I’m fuckin’ his bitch with my leg up (Let’s go)
We pull up in Excursions
2020, nigga, in a Suburban
I’m shootin’ that nigga, I’m swervin’
I’m fuckin’ his bitch but she slurpin’
We shoot his lil’ brother in a hooptie
In a while, we shooting a movie
I’m fuckin’ on all these groupies
These niggas be actin’ like goofies
I dance on a bitch like Fivi
Give her Perc’, she call me papi
Tattoos all on my body
Let her come ride on my Johnny
These bitches, they say I’m cocky
Look at ‘em, like, “Who gon’ stop me?”
Been ballin’ on niggas like Kyrie
Big boss shit like John Gotti
In the game and you know I gotta win it
Been ballin’, nigga, give me a minute
You on the sidelines and you lookin’ like you losin’
You talkin’ all that shit, nigga, why you accusin’?
You actin’ like a bitch, stop doin’ that ho shit
Instagram, postin’ pictures of your toe shit
What the fuck? Niggas on some ho shit
I mean it, like, niggas on some ho shit
Me and Stan, we on kick the door shit
Back-to-back, kick up any flow shit
I run up in your house and I get the motion
I ain’t with the back and forth and all the commotion
I was really down bad but now I’m floatin’
Track to track, back-to-back, I go in
Lap for lap, around the world, they notice
Fast as fuck like a locomotive
Walk in the trap like, “Hey”
Look at that bitch like, “You ain’t my bae”
You ain’t payin’ my rent, my shit ain’t paid
Bitch, I wanna fuck and just get laid
Nigga like me, I’m steady gettin’ paid, huh
Workin’ that bitch like a maid, huh
Workin’ that bitch like a slave, huh
Workin’ ‘til I’m in my fuckin’ grave, huh
Verse 2
Another verse, I can do it for fun
Lyrical like a nigga Big Pun
Lyrical Lemonade with the Runtz
Lyrical Lemonade how I stunt
Niggas hatin’, I feel like I’m Cole Bennett
Hop out the Tesla with a midget
Came up in this bitch with a smidgen
Nigga talkin’, I’ma make him cricket
I can’t settle for no minimal wage
Nigga like me countin’ the blues
Nigga like me stay with the crew
Nigga like me jumped off the stoop
Young nigga, I was countin’ the dollars
Young nigga make ya big mama holla
Young nigga, I been countin’ with partners
Young nigga, I’ma split it with goblins
Young nigga, I stay with all the troops
Young nigga, they gon’ hop out and shoot
Dark tints, they gon’ slide through the roof
Dark tints, they gon’ show you what it do
If you talk to cops, nigga, you lame
Nigga think he flexin’ with that lil’ chain
Nigga think he up like he the thang
Nigga thinkin’ ‘til we take off his brain
Go to the bank, pull out a fifty
Bad bitch sent me pics of her titties
I’m a clean nigga, don’t give me hickeys
Kicked her out after she sucked my (Jimmy)
Where your bag at? Bitch, I got (Plenty)
Sippin’ lean, it go straight to my (Kidney)
Big gun, we gon’ shoot ‘em with (Semis)
Smoking Runtz, this shit, this shit gas (Hahaha)
Outro
Yeah

Lil Skies

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