Ok Cool (feat. NoCap)

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Okay cool

Look. Say, all I know is wake up, get money

Fuck a bitch later. Moving swift inside these Rick Owens. These not Chuck Taylor

Shawty see me, then she got shocked, look like she touch tasers. Huh. I’m trying to get paper

Fuck, she got me frustrated. I keep missing count , order some and I put it in route

What’s your wig amount? Okay, cool. I’m sending it now. I just spoiled this bitch

I know he sick. And I know how to trick. I just piped the bitch because I’m lit and he ain’t got shit

Yeah, he ain’t got nothing. I get the whole crowd with this one button

Shawty grown. Her **** a limp man. I call her Ms. Parker

Cougar bitch, when I get mad at her, I’ma just hit her daughter

13 bowls like Steve Nash. The **** my son like Charles Barkley

Ball on them like Vince Carter. Extra clips on me like I’m a barber

Keep that shit on me like I’m a target. Just want to up and see I’m not bothered

This Draco hot lava. Yeah, this shit here melt your skin

Chopper bullets inside a handgun. You ever felt the fin?

Yeah, this shit here bite like sharks. Play, I throw a dart

Lover boy, but this Drake break hearts. Hey Picasso, hoe I’m art

Hey, dumb ass hit this block and pull up. Shoot like Marcus Smart

Punch you and be like Floyd. I like little shawty, she move on just like Laura

Move on just like Jefferson. Money in my pocket like Mexicans

Inside a Honda. **** know I came from nothing to Benihana

Been a hundred. **** know I came from squat to plenty money

He a simp, take him from his son. Call these **** Homer

Wanna ball, so they piss me off. Swerving bending corners

Knocked off. I ain’t talking Lucas. Shouldn’t have tried to join them

Big dog. Prices on you bros. A **** tried to warn you

Defense. Never wanted safety. Posted on the corner. Defense

Trying to get a play. I left red all on my socks

I was seventeen, I was all in like Josh. Uh

Wide receiver option, either run or drop the dot

But soon as he make a post, we turn him to a ghos

Uh, uh, so hot that it melt. **** save they self, you know how I get in the jungle. Uh

My youngin hop out and swing that belt, you would think he was somebody mama

Shooting in circles like candies. It’s out of my hand line, they hopping out on feet

He should have never been texting. They digging dirt where he rest at, caught his bitch

Wrist full of Cuban links. Got a Cuban bitch, we don’t even speak

I bought a Drac’ for cheap. Throw a party next door, we gon’ clear the street