Ok

Yeah that lean cup shit, that Gu-Gang shit

All these **** talkin' shit

If they got paid for talkin' shit they'd be rich by now

Shittin' 'ell

I was in the cold for the rubber bands

(That money!)

Ok, ok, ok

So I can put a stack in my mother's hands

(Mum I love you y'know that?)

Ok, ok, ok

You too busy stuntin' for your Instagram (Instagram pussy!)

Ok, ok, ok

If I can do it then my brothers can (Yeah!)

Realise I'm the fucking man (Eh!)

Izz, let's get some tunes and watch our money grow

My momma thinks I ain't coming home

I do this shit so my brothers won't

I'm on the block, I don't love the road

Trust where I'm from, the summer's cold

The block's hot it's got me feeling Fillipino

Talk trap, but we're really bringing kilos

The fuck boys, they don't we know

I'm still winning wit' my people

Torch jabs aye, you don't clap iron

Damn liars, you ain't bad, you rap violent

Might jus' run in and ya trap's dyin'

I've got insurance so I bang lions

I brang gorillas with me

Never hitting sperm

I brought the jungle wit' me, that ain't really fuckin' wit' me

I got a ting, I love her arse and I love her titties

I give her big boy strokes and she's bustin' for me

She in love with Izzie

I was in the cold for the rubber bands

Ok, ok, ok

So I can put a stack in my mother's hands

Ok, ok, ok

You too busy stuntin' for your Instagram

Ok, ok, ok

If I can do it then my brothers can

Realise I'm the fucking man

Do this shit with my cousin

But he's more like a brother

Doin' straight up drillin'

Man you best take cover

And you rap 'bout killings

'Cause you got one cutter

But you ain't seen a gutter

Think I'm bluffin' gon' be stress for ya momma

Hand outs, they ain't gettin' any

My old friends, I hope ya get buried

I'll celebrate and pour Henny

Man are way too techy

And you'll see me in a banny

If I here you've got the babe

And that's how it goes 'round here

Feds on patrol 'round here

Man do road out 'ere

It's cold round 'ere

Make it snow Pablo 'round 'ere

Do you live in the ends?

You ain't know 'round 'ere

Get ghost out 'ere

Love don't get shown out 'ere

Love don't get shown out 'ere

It's not ok 'round 'ere

I was in the cold for the rubber bands

Ok, ok, ok

So I can put a stack in my mother's hands

Ok, ok, ok

You too busy stuntin' for your Instagram

Ok, ok, ok

If I can do it then my brothers can

Realise I'm the fucking man

(Spookzville did it again)