Oh Okay by T.R@bb Lyrics
[Intro: T. Rabb]
Timmy you know I had to do it, nigga
Shout out the Waves store
Back in this motherfucker
Shout out my Almighty niggas
Abu, waddup, nigga
(Mob!)
Play this shit at Institution every Thursday
[Hook: T. Rabb]
Ready to trip, shoot from the hip
Counting a grip, move like the dips
My money green, Gucci the clip
Look at her eyes, look at her lips
Little shorty a 10, but move like a 6
You slide around Vegas you gotta be slick
Cross off a boss and I bet you get hit
I heard he tripped and he fumbled a brick
(Go pick it up)
[Verse 1: T. Rabb]
I'm close to the edge, he dead
Go crazy, like 2Pac in Juice on you
I'm loading the steel with the lead
I'm giving my nigga the cue, shoot
1 and 1, 2 live crew, fluke
These niggas think they the truth
Wait who
He wouldn't step in this booth
Blade to his neck in the stu
Respect it, you know I can't lose
Shit, I can give Yeezy a boost
Gucci and Jeezy a truce
They playing with counterfeit money
We kidnapping, ain't playing with Sunny, go dummy
30 killers in my section, flexing
I got a girl collection, texting
[Hook: T. Rabb]
Ready to trip, shoot from the hip
Counting a grip, move like the dips
My money green, Gucci the clip
Look at her eyes, look at her lips
Little shorty a 10, but move like a 6
You slide around Vegas you gotta be slick
Cross off a boss and I bet you get hit
I heard he tripped and he fumbled a brick
[Verse 2: T. Rabb]
I really decoded the matrix
Navigated through the hatrid
They spreading lies on my name
I swear they treat me like I'm famous
I treat a woman like a queen
I'm tryna put her up on game
They always think a nigga cheating
That stress be putting out the flame, forget it
Now I'm back fucking my groupies
Remixing my Sprite, on my Tunechi
We the real wolves, Black Wall Street
But my nigga Seem shot the movie
I swear I'm a Taurus and Leo
Riding with Kid, he dodging his PO
How you my brother but talk to my enemies
Loyalty, niggas got zero
Wait, how I'm the villain
Thought I was the hero
Fuck your mixtape, bro, we still playing Free Throws
I don't sell dope, but wrapping a kilo
Still making snow, turn Vegas to Reno
I'm seeing numbers, it's looking like Keno
Since mama was working at Bingo
I been a star, when showing you bars
Houdini on deck, now shuffle the cards
We all..
[Hook: T. Rabb]
Ready to trip, shoot from the hip
Counting a grip, move like the dips
My money green, Gucci the clip
Look at her eyes, look at her lips
Little shorty a 10, but move like a 6
You slide around Vegas you gotta be slick
Cross off a boss and I bet you get hit
I heard he tripped and he fumbled a brick
(Go pick it up)
Timmy you know I had to do it, nigga
Shout out the Waves store
Back in this motherfucker
Shout out my Almighty niggas
Abu, waddup, nigga
(Mob!)
Play this shit at Institution every Thursday
[Hook: T. Rabb]
Ready to trip, shoot from the hip
Counting a grip, move like the dips
My money green, Gucci the clip
Look at her eyes, look at her lips
Little shorty a 10, but move like a 6
You slide around Vegas you gotta be slick
Cross off a boss and I bet you get hit
I heard he tripped and he fumbled a brick
(Go pick it up)
[Verse 1: T. Rabb]
I'm close to the edge, he dead
Go crazy, like 2Pac in Juice on you
I'm loading the steel with the lead
I'm giving my nigga the cue, shoot
1 and 1, 2 live crew, fluke
These niggas think they the truth
Wait who
He wouldn't step in this booth
Blade to his neck in the stu
Respect it, you know I can't lose
Shit, I can give Yeezy a boost
Gucci and Jeezy a truce
They playing with counterfeit money
We kidnapping, ain't playing with Sunny, go dummy
30 killers in my section, flexing
I got a girl collection, texting
[Hook: T. Rabb]
Ready to trip, shoot from the hip
Counting a grip, move like the dips
My money green, Gucci the clip
Look at her eyes, look at her lips
Little shorty a 10, but move like a 6
You slide around Vegas you gotta be slick
Cross off a boss and I bet you get hit
I heard he tripped and he fumbled a brick
[Verse 2: T. Rabb]
I really decoded the matrix
Navigated through the hatrid
They spreading lies on my name
I swear they treat me like I'm famous
I treat a woman like a queen
I'm tryna put her up on game
They always think a nigga cheating
That stress be putting out the flame, forget it
Now I'm back fucking my groupies
Remixing my Sprite, on my Tunechi
We the real wolves, Black Wall Street
But my nigga Seem shot the movie
I swear I'm a Taurus and Leo
Riding with Kid, he dodging his PO
How you my brother but talk to my enemies
Loyalty, niggas got zero
Wait, how I'm the villain
Thought I was the hero
Fuck your mixtape, bro, we still playing Free Throws
I don't sell dope, but wrapping a kilo
Still making snow, turn Vegas to Reno
I'm seeing numbers, it's looking like Keno
Since mama was working at Bingo
I been a star, when showing you bars
Houdini on deck, now shuffle the cards
We all..
[Hook: T. Rabb]
Ready to trip, shoot from the hip
Counting a grip, move like the dips
My money green, Gucci the clip
Look at her eyes, look at her lips
Little shorty a 10, but move like a 6
You slide around Vegas you gotta be slick
Cross off a boss and I bet you get hit
I heard he tripped and he fumbled a brick
(Go pick it up)