(Hell no)
Uh
I'm making it stack, I fade in the back
I drop her some gems, she making it clap
I'm raising my price, I'm walking on light
My patience thin, my pockets fat
My niggas been winning, I told 'em good riddance
But how you a gimmick
You niggas is wack, don't get whacked
It's OK!
Got a couple K's I put that shit right in the safe
Rolling up a eighth I smoke this shit right to the face
Moving at a pace I got no f*cking time to waste
Watch the way you talk to me you speaking to an ace
Uh
Couple K's on the watch
Many blings, and the way I really came on the block,
Is insane
It's so many different things I can cop
What's the name?
Can't remember it's a chain, I forgot
Mary Jane, is to blame
Oh my J, what's the date?
What's the state that I'm in?
Can I walk? Can I talk?
Is my brain kicking in?
Shit is strong, should've never hit the bong
Gotta put it in a raw, now I got it in a song
I can never take an edible, (what?)
Instant regret inevitable (what?)
You putting this on a pedestal?
I'm only smoking the medical (gas)
Lyrical genius teaching a class
I got the chemical wait and react
We getting technical who good at math?
It's OK!
Got a couple K's I put that shit right in the safe
Rolling up a eighth I smoke this shit right to the face
Moving at a pace I got no f*cking time to waste
Watch the way you talk to me you speaking to an ace
In my section there are no lames
Aye
Swerving through the lanes just like them old days
Aye
She keep texting me about her old ways
Aye
Don't you know my whole team is full propane?
Gang!
Cocaine color whip
Shoulder leaning got a chip
Money walking with a limp
Hunger when I catch a lick
Talking shit you get minked up
Combination we just linked up
No frame gold chains with the shit you couldn't think of
Bad women on my ringer
Barely have to lift a finger
Half you niggas really lame
Other half is just the same
I'm not entertained
Got my scope back in the range
Now we really on a wave
Spraying raps like it's mace
Stick the scene without a trace
Give a f*ck about the fame
Aye, aye
Give a f*ck about the fame
Aye, aye
Jlav - OK! (feat. Jay Indigo) Lyrics
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English
(Hell no)
Uh
I'm making it stack, I fade in the back
I drop her some gems, she making it clap
I'm raising my price, I'm walking on light
My patience thin, my pockets fat
My niggas been winning, I told 'em good riddance
But how you a gimmick
You niggas is wack, don't get whacked
It's OK!
Got a couple K's I put that shit right in the safe
Rolling up a eighth I smoke this shit right to the face
Moving at a pace I got no f*cking time to waste
Watch the way you talk to me you speaking to an ace
Uh
Couple K's on the watch
Many blings, and the way I really came on the block,
Is insane
It's so many different things I can cop
What's the name?
Can't remember it's a chain, I forgot
Mary Jane, is to blame
Oh my J, what's the date?
What's the state that I'm in?
Can I walk? Can I talk?
Is my brain kicking in?
Shit is strong, should've never hit the bong
Gotta put it in a raw, now I got it in a song
I can never take an edible, (what?)
Instant regret inevitable (what?)
You putting this on a pedestal?
I'm only smoking the medical (gas)
Lyrical genius teaching a class
I got the chemical wait and react
We getting technical who good at math?
It's OK!
Got a couple K's I put that shit right in the safe
Rolling up a eighth I smoke this shit right to the face
Moving at a pace I got no f*cking time to waste
Watch the way you talk to me you speaking to an ace
In my section there are no lames
Aye
Swerving through the lanes just like them old days
Aye
She keep texting me about her old ways
Aye
Don't you know my whole team is full propane?
Gang!
Cocaine color whip
Shoulder leaning got a chip
Money walking with a limp
Hunger when I catch a lick
Talking shit you get minked up
Combination we just linked up
No frame gold chains with the shit you couldn't think of
Bad women on my ringer
Barely have to lift a finger
Half you niggas really lame
Other half is just the same
I'm not entertained
Got my scope back in the range
Now we really on a wave
Spraying raps like it's mace
Stick the scene without a trace
Give a f*ck about the fame
Aye, aye
Give a f*ck about the fame
Aye, aye
Uh
I'm making it stack, I fade in the back
I drop her some gems, she making it clap
I'm raising my price, I'm walking on light
My patience thin, my pockets fat
My niggas been winning, I told 'em good riddance
But how you a gimmick
You niggas is wack, don't get whacked
It's OK!
Got a couple K's I put that shit right in the safe
Rolling up a eighth I smoke this shit right to the face
Moving at a pace I got no f*cking time to waste
Watch the way you talk to me you speaking to an ace
Uh
Couple K's on the watch
Many blings, and the way I really came on the block,
Is insane
It's so many different things I can cop
What's the name?
Can't remember it's a chain, I forgot
Mary Jane, is to blame
Oh my J, what's the date?
What's the state that I'm in?
Can I walk? Can I talk?
Is my brain kicking in?
Shit is strong, should've never hit the bong
Gotta put it in a raw, now I got it in a song
I can never take an edible, (what?)
Instant regret inevitable (what?)
You putting this on a pedestal?
I'm only smoking the medical (gas)
Lyrical genius teaching a class
I got the chemical wait and react
We getting technical who good at math?
It's OK!
Got a couple K's I put that shit right in the safe
Rolling up a eighth I smoke this shit right to the face
Moving at a pace I got no f*cking time to waste
Watch the way you talk to me you speaking to an ace
In my section there are no lames
Aye
Swerving through the lanes just like them old days
Aye
She keep texting me about her old ways
Aye
Don't you know my whole team is full propane?
Gang!
Cocaine color whip
Shoulder leaning got a chip
Money walking with a limp
Hunger when I catch a lick
Talking shit you get minked up
Combination we just linked up
No frame gold chains with the shit you couldn't think of
Bad women on my ringer
Barely have to lift a finger
Half you niggas really lame
Other half is just the same
I'm not entertained
Got my scope back in the range
Now we really on a wave
Spraying raps like it's mace
Stick the scene without a trace
Give a f*ck about the fame
Aye, aye
Give a f*ck about the fame
Aye, aye
Writer: ANGWIN, MELLOR, MORRIS, ? MORRIS, BENJAMIN MARK ANGWIN, CHRISTOPHER JOHN MELLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Jlav
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: ANGWIN, MELLOR, MORRIS, ? MORRIS, BENJAMIN MARK ANGWIN, CHRISTOPHER JOHN MELLOR