OKRA

Man, now they go (Ayo)

I cut off some friends, where they go? (Do this shit in one take, ayo)

I stick to the plan, that's the goal (Aye, who got that fire shit, ****)

Fuck these ****, man (Ayo, run it, run it)

Check my bankroll, ayo, 400k for vehicle

Paint job look like ashy ankles on Django

Interior look mango

Shotgun Grape, he look like mayo

Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp

We aim at dorks, get out the way-o

Keep them bucks in banks like yayo

Swampy **** out the bayou

Pockets flooded, y'all be dilute, watered down

I'm Big Mac, I'm quarter pound, you chicken nugget

Fuck it, travel bag, Balenciaga, thirty thousand just for luggage

Financial advisor buggin', Flower Boy is buzzin'

Grammy nominated, tell your cousin ain't nobody fucking with him

Man, now they go

I cut off some friends, where they go?

I stick to the plan, that's the goal

Fuck these ****, man, that's for sure

Uno the shoe, red with the blue, look like a flag, what the fuck it do?

Golf be the set, no more OF, like Ron Artest, bitch, we aim for your neck

Give a fuck about you or your respect, yeah, that way

Fuck your accolades, but I made the cut like I pack a blade

You could call me Brush, I've been makin' waves

Since Ashley Banks' cousin had a fade

But that's '92, I'm '91

Watts Riot in my blood, ****, what's up?

And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup

Lemonade, yeah, it's Minute Maid

I been gettin' paid, pockets gainin' weight

Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but that's up to you

Man, now they go ((I ain't fuckin' with none of these ****, man)

I cut off some friends, where they go? (Yeah, give these **** information ****)

I stick to the plan, that's the goal (Now we never fuckin' stop)

Fuck these ****, man, that's for sure (Ayo)

Ayo

Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me

Skin glowin', clear of acne

Diamonds see-through, so holographic

Red ones look like Aidan Mackey, spent dinero like taxi driver

Handmade is that thing with tires, but I rode the bike

And Vill tail behind me and he got the cannon like he bagged Mariah

Yeah, we straight, but if you wrinkle up the situation, he will go grab the iron

And he do what I says like Simon, and my bitch mixed like jambalaya

Man, fuck with the fam, we in Japan, bitch you a bum, see you don't understand

Yeah, I cut off some friends

T, where you been? Bitch, I'm in Bel-Air, been lookin' for land

Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool

Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand

Got enough rocks, see, check my hand

And I got crack, watch how I talk

And it's still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark

Wallace still trippin' on shit that I bought

But, I really do not care the cost, 'cause…

Man, now they go

I cut off some friends