OK by XX3NO Lyrics
[Hook]
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Ok, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Ok, ok!
[Verse 1]
What you say bitch?
Do not say shit!
Chop the lyrics up, nigga I’m not basic
I don’t give a fuck I’ll shoot a nigga like Mason
Black ops, black ops, we in the matrix
Face it nigga, my raps will break the track
Just face the facts
I don’t gotta go fake the facts
I make the facts
That’s how I go make my racks
Bitch! I am the face of a race that made it back
Bitch I’m a star!
So that’s not my issue
I made her cry, yeah I think she need tissues
Feelin like Luffy, I bust out the pistol
Hit him one time then he’s gone like a missile!
I get my way I don’t care what you say
Call mе big daddy cause I drill her face
Pull up wit choppas lil bitch I say hеy
Come up to me little bitch I say aye ok
[Hook]
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Ok, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Ok, ok!
[Verse 2]
Put my gun inside a pack-a-punch so that little itty bitch can pack a punch!
I’m finna kill these littles niggas with the Remington
I’m finna make the choppa sing like Hamilton
Feeling like Tec, put you on a ransom
Put yo pants on, I don’t want no grandsons!
Get yo rants on you a little random
I’ll leave you in a house where they call abandoned
[Hook]
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Ok, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Ok, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Ok, ok!
[Verse 1]
What you say bitch?
Do not say shit!
Chop the lyrics up, nigga I’m not basic
I don’t give a fuck I’ll shoot a nigga like Mason
Black ops, black ops, we in the matrix
Face it nigga, my raps will break the track
Just face the facts
I don’t gotta go fake the facts
I make the facts
That’s how I go make my racks
Bitch! I am the face of a race that made it back
Bitch I’m a star!
So that’s not my issue
I made her cry, yeah I think she need tissues
Feelin like Luffy, I bust out the pistol
Hit him one time then he’s gone like a missile!
I get my way I don’t care what you say
Call mе big daddy cause I drill her face
Pull up wit choppas lil bitch I say hеy
Come up to me little bitch I say aye ok
[Hook]
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Ok, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Ok, ok!
[Verse 2]
Put my gun inside a pack-a-punch so that little itty bitch can pack a punch!
I’m finna kill these littles niggas with the Remington
I’m finna make the choppa sing like Hamilton
Feeling like Tec, put you on a ransom
Put yo pants on, I don’t want no grandsons!
Get yo rants on you a little random
I’ll leave you in a house where they call abandoned
[Hook]
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Aye, ok!
Ok, ok!