OK (feat. Rylo Rodriguez)

Might get on that bitch with you, know what I'm sayin'? Naw, for real, nigga Nigga goddamn see all that, but it don't even matter See all this shit that a nigga did and went through Nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? Huh, woah Jumped off the porch into the streets just like a G Rubber bands up in my pants, that's why my pockets deep We been pushin' P, talkin' 'bout exotic weed I won't sell 'em high 'cause I can get 'em for the cheap I just keep havin' these dreams, they tryna kill me in my sleep I spent thousands on these jeans, OK I keep pourin' up this lean, I'm probably pissin' pure codeine My cup dirty, but I'm clean, OK Who the fuck said I was fallin' off? No way Niggas bitches, they get cops involved, they got ho ways I been tryna lock her jaws, in hеr mouth like Colgate Me and partnеr was breakin' laws, he just caught a cold case Turned dreams into reality, I grinded, should be glad for me They keep tryna tear me down, tryna build a masterpiece Fuck them niggas and whoever say they after me It's gon' be a whole lotta casualties Better not think 'bout jackin' me Killers right on side me Jefe tweakin' out, say he itchin' for a body I ain't nothin' like DeJ Loaf, please don't try me I ain't nothin' like DeJ Loaf, please don't try me Jumped off the porch into the streets just like a G Rubber bands up in my pants, that's why my pockets deep We been pushin' P, talkin' 'bout exotic weed I won't sell 'em high 'cause I can get 'em for the cheap I just keep havin' these dreams, they tryna kill me in my sleep I spent thousands on these jeans, OK I keep pourin' up this lean, I'm probably pissin' pure codeine My cup dirty, but I'm clean, OK If you come in this hood and you ain't with me You'd probably get robbed Took some money out the bank just for some lean I was havin' withdrawals With a model, she ain't touch her plate on a date On purpose she starvin' (Ain't nobody rat on you) Your fault, you bringin' up bodies in songs you recording Third strike, can't make a home run He ain't safe, he need a handout That's your shooter and he ain't hit shit Nigga had a switch, y'all odd to branch off Know hood bitches sell clothes just like the stores But they got'em cheaper then'em Our stylist was the booster Most of our clothes still had the beepers in 'em I'm in the hood by the church Granny said no speakin' when the deacon enter But we stay at he drive forty minutes home When he done preachin' in it Had to cut you off, they say you told You took the stand and pointed the finger Still love, know I don't hate you, bitch, I'm disappointed in you He jumped off the porch into the streets just like a G Rubber bands inside my pants, that's why my pockets deep A thousand in a week, I'm talkin' exotic weed And I was so high 'cause I can get 'em for the cheap I just keep havin' these dreams, they tryna kill me in my sleep I spent thousands on these jeans, OK I keep pourin' up this lean, I'm probably pissin' pure codeine My cup dirty, but I'm clean, OK E E! OK