"Ok Ok" lyrics
If you put money over bitches, okay okay, that's the right movement
This that rubber band the money, yeah, this that ice music
Most these niggas Instagram gangsters, they just type shootin'
Had my youngin's spin the block, 'cause they like shootin'
If you put money over bitches, okay okay, that's the right movement
This that rubber band the money, yeah, this that ice music
Most these niggas Instagram gangsters, they just type shootin'
Had my youngin's spin the block, 'cause they like shootin'
We the 41 boys, presidential, the Obama gang
Came in this bitch with racks on me, and a diamond chain
Catch 'em at the light, think this shit a game? This shit not a game
Hit 'em with the flame, it go bang, then it's bye bye gang
Catch a rap nigga, out in public, take his ice off
My left pocket all blue, look like the Nightcrawler
Pulled up in some shit, super fast, 'cause I don't like walkin'
I like countin' cash and drinking lean, I don't like talkin'
Go head make the wrong move I swear this shit gon' jump off
We send 100 shots, you ain't surviving, you ain't Young Dolph
Walk inside my closet, you gon' think you in the Louis store
Fell in love with racks, told my last bitch I was moving on
You know where I'm at, I'm in the trap, yeah I stay trapping
Niggas they be cap, in they raps, yeah, they stay bappin'
In the kitchen with some real dogs, this ain't no cake batter
No security, I'm with lil' broski, he the face cracker
Just left the bank with so much cash, this bitch think I robbed it
I put the down the basketball and I picked up the chopper
We the big opps, we get the drop, we the droppers
If you put money over bitches, okay okay, that's the right movement
This that rubber band the money, yeah, this that ice music
Most these niggas Instagram gangsters, they just type shootin'
Had my youngin's spin the block, 'cause they like shootin'
We the 41 boys, presidential, the Obama gang
Came in this bitch with racks on me, and a diamond chain
Catch 'em at the light, think this shit a game? This shit not a game
Hit 'em with the flame, it go bang, then it's bye bye gang
We the big opps, we get the drop, we the droppers nigga
Shorty wanna check, fuck a check, I am not that nigga
Catch my broski killer, shoot his face, and I will not stop blickin'
Pull up for the three, I won't miss it, I am not Ben
Simmons
Drop a fucking bomb, on top ya block, shit like TNT
Disrespect us, you D-I-E, get put to B-E-D
Had my youngin's come through, air this shit out like a BNB
All black suburban trucks and Benzos, this the CLE
They said "What's yo' name", yeah I'm the goat what the fuck you think
I sip so much drank, when I bleed, I think my blood pink
.40 hit his face, then hit his chest, he do the Harlem shake
Yeah, he caught a body, but then he told, and that shit dropped his rank
You know where I'm at, I'm in the trap, yeah I stay trapping
Niggas they be cap, in they raps, yeah, they stay bappin'
In the kitchen with some real dogs, this ain't no cake batter
No security, I'm with lil' broski he the face cracker
This that rubber band the money, yeah, this that ice music
Most these niggas Instagram gangsters, they just type shootin'
Had my youngin's spin the block, 'cause they like shootin'
If you put money over bitches, okay okay, that's the right movement
This that rubber band the money, yeah, this that ice music
Most these niggas Instagram gangsters, they just type shootin'
Had my youngin's spin the block, 'cause they like shootin'
We the 41 boys, presidential, the Obama gang
Came in this bitch with racks on me, and a diamond chain
Catch 'em at the light, think this shit a game? This shit not a game
Hit 'em with the flame, it go bang, then it's bye bye gang
Catch a rap nigga, out in public, take his ice off
My left pocket all blue, look like the Nightcrawler
Pulled up in some shit, super fast, 'cause I don't like walkin'
I like countin' cash and drinking lean, I don't like talkin'
Go head make the wrong move I swear this shit gon' jump off
We send 100 shots, you ain't surviving, you ain't Young Dolph
Walk inside my closet, you gon' think you in the Louis store
Fell in love with racks, told my last bitch I was moving on
You know where I'm at, I'm in the trap, yeah I stay trapping
Niggas they be cap, in they raps, yeah, they stay bappin'
In the kitchen with some real dogs, this ain't no cake batter
No security, I'm with lil' broski, he the face cracker
Just left the bank with so much cash, this bitch think I robbed it
I put the down the basketball and I picked up the chopper
We the big opps, we get the drop, we the droppers
If you put money over bitches, okay okay, that's the right movement
This that rubber band the money, yeah, this that ice music
Most these niggas Instagram gangsters, they just type shootin'
Had my youngin's spin the block, 'cause they like shootin'
We the 41 boys, presidential, the Obama gang
Came in this bitch with racks on me, and a diamond chain
Catch 'em at the light, think this shit a game? This shit not a game
Hit 'em with the flame, it go bang, then it's bye bye gang
We the big opps, we get the drop, we the droppers nigga
Shorty wanna check, fuck a check, I am not that nigga
Catch my broski killer, shoot his face, and I will not stop blickin'
Pull up for the three, I won't miss it, I am not Ben
Simmons
Drop a fucking bomb, on top ya block, shit like TNT
Disrespect us, you D-I-E, get put to B-E-D
Had my youngin's come through, air this shit out like a BNB
All black suburban trucks and Benzos, this the CLE
They said "What's yo' name", yeah I'm the goat what the fuck you think
I sip so much drank, when I bleed, I think my blood pink
.40 hit his face, then hit his chest, he do the Harlem shake
Yeah, he caught a body, but then he told, and that shit dropped his rank
You know where I'm at, I'm in the trap, yeah I stay trapping
Niggas they be cap, in they raps, yeah, they stay bappin'
In the kitchen with some real dogs, this ain't no cake batter
No security, I'm with lil' broski he the face cracker
Writer(s): Justin Anand Junagadala, Jaquan Borneo Lee
