OK Cool by Quin NFN Lyrics
[Intro]
(Run that back, Khi)
Hold on
It's October 10th, my niggas get out tomorrow, nigga (Baow, baow, baow)
Ain't no more, "Free Dub," ain't no more, "Free Lil Ed," nigga (Free DQ, hold on, hold on, hold on)
Ayy, ayy, gang, ayy
Ayy, ayy, baow, baow, baow (Baow, baow)
Hold on, gang, ayy, gang, hold on, hold on, ayy (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
[Chorus]
Okay, cool, we finna get him, gang (Come here)
He flexin' too hard, we gon' flip him (Grrah)
Nigga throwin' C's and thinkin' he crippin' (Crippin')
Pull out the Glock with a dot like a nipple (Baow, baow)
Try to come rob, he get shot, it's that simple (Huh?)
Whole lot of facts in my songs when you hear 'em (I'm on it)
They don't want no smoke, they just want me to fear 'em (Bitch-ass)
[Verse 1]
Slide the door back on that minivan
Push a button and we spin like a ceiling fan (We spin around)
You ain't tryna get active, quit bitching then (We hit 'em down)
Michael Jackson this ratchet, the semi dance (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
We hit his trap with a tool or piece, like, "Fah, fah, fah, fah," that gang shit (Gang shit)
I bring the bag in like I'm Saint Nick (I'm on it)
We gon' get on his ass, make him change cliques (Gang, gang, gang, come on)
He don't think with his head, get his brain split
On the road, no caboose on some train shit (We on it)
Lot of ice on my wrist like I sprained it
Treat the beef like a car, we just crank shit (Crank shit)
All that internet beefin' and lame shit
That's the quickest way we do the foolery
She gon' fuck 'cause I'm fly with my jewelry (I'm on it)
Beat his ass, now them hoes talking suing me (Gang, hold on, hold on, hold on, gang)
[Chorus]
Okay, cool, we finna get him, gang (Get his ass)
He flexin' too hard, we gon' flip him
Nigga throwin' C's and thinkin' he crippin' (Yoom)
Pull out the Glock with a dot like a nipple (Baow, baow, baow)
Try to come rob, he get shot, it's that simple (Huh?)
Whole lot of facts in my songs when you hear 'em
They don't want no smoke, they just want me to fear 'em (Gang, hold on, baow, baow, hold on)
[Verse 2]
Okay, cool, he want some smoke (Smoke)
Jump in his pool, I bet he won't float (Grrah)
She givin' noggin, she finna choke (Noggin)
Diamonds, they water, they came with some soap (We on it)
Geek in my city, got pulled like a rope (I'm on it)
Play with that gang, you gon' get what you owed (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
She popped the Perc' and ate dick on the floor
I hit the road with them steppers with me (Steppers with me)
With a whole lot of hoes and Berettas with me (Baow, baow, baow)
Got a Glock .45, the big fellow with me
On his heels like I got Cinderella with me (Ha)
We done went to his show, it was hella empty
They don't play 'cause they know we get hella busy (Grrah)
If you shoot over here, boy, you better hit me (Baow, baow, baow)
I got aim, I won't miss with this yellow Glizzy (Gang, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
[Chorus]
Okay, cool, we finna get him, gang (Got him)
He flexin' too hard, we gon' flip him (We spot him)
Nigga throwin' C's and thinkin' he crippin' (We got him)
Pull out the Glock with a dot like a nipple (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Try to come rob, he get shot, it's that simple (Yeah)
Whole lot of facts in my songs when you hear 'em (I'm on it)
They don't want no smoke, they just want me to fear 'em (Gang, gang, hold on)
[Outro]
Okay, cool, we finna get him
Uh, playing 'round with us and we zip him
Uh, they know I'm official
Uh, aim at 'em, slide 'bout a member
Uh, she give me face, dimple
Uh, hop out and slide like a member
Play with that gang, you get popped like a pimple
Hold up, gang
(Run that back, Khi)
Hold on
It's October 10th, my niggas get out tomorrow, nigga (Baow, baow, baow)
Ain't no more, "Free Dub," ain't no more, "Free Lil Ed," nigga (Free DQ, hold on, hold on, hold on)
Ayy, ayy, gang, ayy
Ayy, ayy, baow, baow, baow (Baow, baow)
Hold on, gang, ayy, gang, hold on, hold on, ayy (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
[Chorus]
Okay, cool, we finna get him, gang (Come here)
He flexin' too hard, we gon' flip him (Grrah)
Nigga throwin' C's and thinkin' he crippin' (Crippin')
Pull out the Glock with a dot like a nipple (Baow, baow)
Try to come rob, he get shot, it's that simple (Huh?)
Whole lot of facts in my songs when you hear 'em (I'm on it)
They don't want no smoke, they just want me to fear 'em (Bitch-ass)
[Verse 1]
Slide the door back on that minivan
Push a button and we spin like a ceiling fan (We spin around)
You ain't tryna get active, quit bitching then (We hit 'em down)
Michael Jackson this ratchet, the semi dance (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
We hit his trap with a tool or piece, like, "Fah, fah, fah, fah," that gang shit (Gang shit)
I bring the bag in like I'm Saint Nick (I'm on it)
We gon' get on his ass, make him change cliques (Gang, gang, gang, come on)
He don't think with his head, get his brain split
On the road, no caboose on some train shit (We on it)
Lot of ice on my wrist like I sprained it
Treat the beef like a car, we just crank shit (Crank shit)
All that internet beefin' and lame shit
That's the quickest way we do the foolery
She gon' fuck 'cause I'm fly with my jewelry (I'm on it)
Beat his ass, now them hoes talking suing me (Gang, hold on, hold on, hold on, gang)
[Chorus]
Okay, cool, we finna get him, gang (Get his ass)
He flexin' too hard, we gon' flip him
Nigga throwin' C's and thinkin' he crippin' (Yoom)
Pull out the Glock with a dot like a nipple (Baow, baow, baow)
Try to come rob, he get shot, it's that simple (Huh?)
Whole lot of facts in my songs when you hear 'em
They don't want no smoke, they just want me to fear 'em (Gang, hold on, baow, baow, hold on)
[Verse 2]
Okay, cool, he want some smoke (Smoke)
Jump in his pool, I bet he won't float (Grrah)
She givin' noggin, she finna choke (Noggin)
Diamonds, they water, they came with some soap (We on it)
Geek in my city, got pulled like a rope (I'm on it)
Play with that gang, you gon' get what you owed (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
She popped the Perc' and ate dick on the floor
I hit the road with them steppers with me (Steppers with me)
With a whole lot of hoes and Berettas with me (Baow, baow, baow)
Got a Glock .45, the big fellow with me
On his heels like I got Cinderella with me (Ha)
We done went to his show, it was hella empty
They don't play 'cause they know we get hella busy (Grrah)
If you shoot over here, boy, you better hit me (Baow, baow, baow)
I got aim, I won't miss with this yellow Glizzy (Gang, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
[Chorus]
Okay, cool, we finna get him, gang (Got him)
He flexin' too hard, we gon' flip him (We spot him)
Nigga throwin' C's and thinkin' he crippin' (We got him)
Pull out the Glock with a dot like a nipple (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Try to come rob, he get shot, it's that simple (Yeah)
Whole lot of facts in my songs when you hear 'em (I'm on it)
They don't want no smoke, they just want me to fear 'em (Gang, gang, hold on)
[Outro]
Okay, cool, we finna get him
Uh, playing 'round with us and we zip him
Uh, they know I'm official
Uh, aim at 'em, slide 'bout a member
Uh, she give me face, dimple
Uh, hop out and slide like a member
Play with that gang, you get popped like a pimple
Hold up, gang