OK Lyrics – Lil Skies
Buddah Bless this beat
Mm, okay, oh yeah
Okay
*** *** say he got a problem
Hol’ up, ***, keep your head up
I’m a young ***, got my bread up
I’m ***’ his *** with my leg up (Let’s go)
We pull up in Excursions
2020, *** in a suburban
I’m shootin’ that ***, I’m swervin’
I’m ***’ his *** but she slurpin’
We shoot his lil’ brother in a hoopty
In a while, we *** a movie
I’m ***’ on all these groupies
These niggas be actin’ like goofies
I dance on a *** like Fivi
Give her Perc’, she call me papi
Tattoos all on my body
Let her come ride on my Johnny
These ***, they say I’m cocky
Look at ’em, like, “Who gon’ stop me?”
Been ballin’ on niggas like Kyrie
Big boss *** like John Gotti
In the game and you know I gotta win it
Been ballin’, ***, give me a minute
You on the side lines and you lookin’ like you losin’
You talkin’ all that ***, *** why you accusin’?
You actin’ like a ***, stop doin’ that *** ***
Instagram, postin’ pictures of your toe ***
What the ***? Niggas on some *** ***
I mean it like, niggas on some *** ***
Me and Stan, we on kick the door ***
Back to back, kick up in your flow ***
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 *** like a locomotive
Walk in the trap like, “Hey”
Look at that *** like, “You ain’t my bae”
You ain’t payin’ my rent, my *** ain’t paid
*** wanna *** and just get laid
*** like me, I’m steady gettin’ paid, huh
Workin’ that *** like a maid, huh
Workin’ that *** like a slave, huh
Workin’ ’til I’m in my ***’ grave, huh
Another verse, I can do it for fun
Lyrical like a ***, Big Pun
Lyrical Lemonade with the runts
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 *** with a smidget
*** talkin’, I’ma make him cricket
I can’t settle for no minimal wage
*** like me countin’ the blues
*** like me stay with the crew
*** like me jump out the stu’
Young ***, I was countin’ the dollars
Young *** make ya big momma holla
Young ***, I been countin’ with partners
Young ***, I’ma spend it with goblins
Young ***, I stay with all the troops
Young ***, they gon’ hop out and shoot
Dark tints, thing gon’ slide through the roof
Dark tints, thing gon’ show you what it do
If you tell the cops, ***, you lame
*** think he flexin’ with that lil’ chain
*** think he up like he the thang
*** thinkin’ ’til we take off his brain
Go to the bank, pull out a fifty
Bad *** sent me pics of her ***
I’m a clean ***, don’t give me hickeys
Kicked her out after she suck my (Dicky)
Where your bag at? ***, I got (Plenty)
Sippin’ lean, it go straight to my (Kidney)
Big guns, we gon’ shoot ’em with (Semis)
Smoking runts, this ***, this *** gas
