OK Songtext
von G Herbo
OK Songtext
808 My Crew
Drinkin Remy out the bottle
I been in the trenches, it ain′t no excuse you don't tote the pistol, I do (I do)
Maybe that′s what separate me and you, I know you don't live like I do (How I do)
Herbo how you get them beats for the free?
You don't fuck with Sizzle, I do
Gang said lil bro I got you (got you) we official I get money wit′ you (get money wit you)
And he told watch out for the fake friends, you know that′s what that money get you (that's what that money get you)
Stay focused although n-s hatin′ when they throw shots let em miss you
Unless them shots fa real (shots fa real) of course I'm bout gettin killed (somebody getting killed)
In the Porsche gettin top, ass up in the passenger yeah and this top from Brazil (and this top from Brazil)
I′m like fuck it if I'm droppin the top on the whip they would notice I′m not in the field
I was somewhere in Bali fa real slowin down when I drive by the hill
Like damn I'm blessed fa real (blessed fa real) used to pop out then allies and drill
Used to be stressed fa real, pour up a six to come down off the pills
Knew Kobe since I was lil, Fazo was my big homie fa real
Vito stayed next do' to me, lil Rock used to have me drunk as hell
Me and Cap was plottin on signing deals, all my n-s that got killed
It′s gon be ok (yeah) that′s what everybody say (it's gon be ok uh-huh)
It′s gon be ok (yeah) that's what everybody say (we still gon be ok uh-huh)
If it′s gon be ok then come tell me what's wrong with me (tell me what′s wrong with me)
Said Grandma gon be ok, she ain't come home with me (my grandmama aint come home with me)
It's gon be ok that′s what everybody say (what everybody say)
It′s gon be ok (fuck it) yeah that's what everybody say (Fuck wrong)
Get the fuck out my face (n-a) but it′s gon be ok
Get the fuck away from me (uh bitch) you don't know me no way
I ain′t friendly to you pussies (pussies) you don't know me no way (fuck n-a)
Ain′t no killa til you push me (push me) and I point it right your way (bahh)
I land in St. Tropez (St. Tropez) and get dipped in like Dolce (like Dolce)
You know me I stay lowkey but I just might end up in a fo' way
Fuck a hoe all night til the next day see her out with my bitch and she get no play (Swervo)
I just found my stash (stash) with a bunch of swag (swag)
Dats one thing I had (one thing I had, uh huh) fore I got that bag (bag)
Foreign cars, Bentley trucks or hop out that Jag (or hop out that Jag... Ay)
Sports cars I can't drive too late I might crash
High off the perc, safety first, seat belt on can′t fly our the Verte (Swervo)
It′s gon be ok (yeah) that's what everybody say (it′s gon be ok uh-huh)
It's gon be ok (yeah) that′s what everybody say (we still gon be ok uh-huh)
If it's gon be ok then come tell me what′s wrong with me (tell me what's wrong with me)
Said Grandma gon be ok, she ain't come home with me (my grandmama aint come home with me)
It′s gon be ok that′s what everybody say (what everybody say)
It's gon be ok (fuck it) yeah that′s what everybody say
Get the f-k out my face (n-a) but it's gon be ok
Get the f-k away from me, you don′t know me no way
Drinkin Remy out the bottle
I been in the trenches, it ain′t no excuse you don't tote the pistol, I do (I do)
Maybe that′s what separate me and you, I know you don't live like I do (How I do)
Herbo how you get them beats for the free?
You don't fuck with Sizzle, I do
Gang said lil bro I got you (got you) we official I get money wit′ you (get money wit you)
And he told watch out for the fake friends, you know that′s what that money get you (that's what that money get you)
Stay focused although n-s hatin′ when they throw shots let em miss you
Unless them shots fa real (shots fa real) of course I'm bout gettin killed (somebody getting killed)
In the Porsche gettin top, ass up in the passenger yeah and this top from Brazil (and this top from Brazil)
I′m like fuck it if I'm droppin the top on the whip they would notice I′m not in the field
I was somewhere in Bali fa real slowin down when I drive by the hill
Like damn I'm blessed fa real (blessed fa real) used to pop out then allies and drill
Used to be stressed fa real, pour up a six to come down off the pills
Knew Kobe since I was lil, Fazo was my big homie fa real
Vito stayed next do' to me, lil Rock used to have me drunk as hell
Me and Cap was plottin on signing deals, all my n-s that got killed
It′s gon be ok (yeah) that′s what everybody say (it's gon be ok uh-huh)
It′s gon be ok (yeah) that's what everybody say (we still gon be ok uh-huh)
If it′s gon be ok then come tell me what's wrong with me (tell me what′s wrong with me)
Said Grandma gon be ok, she ain't come home with me (my grandmama aint come home with me)
It's gon be ok that′s what everybody say (what everybody say)
It′s gon be ok (fuck it) yeah that's what everybody say (Fuck wrong)
Get the fuck out my face (n-a) but it′s gon be ok
Get the fuck away from me (uh bitch) you don't know me no way
I ain′t friendly to you pussies (pussies) you don't know me no way (fuck n-a)
Ain′t no killa til you push me (push me) and I point it right your way (bahh)
I land in St. Tropez (St. Tropez) and get dipped in like Dolce (like Dolce)
You know me I stay lowkey but I just might end up in a fo' way
Fuck a hoe all night til the next day see her out with my bitch and she get no play (Swervo)
I just found my stash (stash) with a bunch of swag (swag)
Dats one thing I had (one thing I had, uh huh) fore I got that bag (bag)
Foreign cars, Bentley trucks or hop out that Jag (or hop out that Jag... Ay)
Sports cars I can't drive too late I might crash
High off the perc, safety first, seat belt on can′t fly our the Verte (Swervo)
It′s gon be ok (yeah) that's what everybody say (it′s gon be ok uh-huh)
It's gon be ok (yeah) that′s what everybody say (we still gon be ok uh-huh)
If it's gon be ok then come tell me what′s wrong with me (tell me what's wrong with me)
Said Grandma gon be ok, she ain't come home with me (my grandmama aint come home with me)
It′s gon be ok that′s what everybody say (what everybody say)
It's gon be ok (fuck it) yeah that′s what everybody say
Get the f-k out my face (n-a) but it's gon be ok
Get the f-k away from me, you don′t know me no way
Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Herbert Randall Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
