OH OKAY!

(album: Flow $ZN - 2020)

Only dream is just to be the greatest
Smoke marijuana, I love the fragrance
7 figures, man, this shit amazing
Cartier lenses, I can see 'em hating
The sky's the limit, I stay looking up
If you don't know my name, then you can look it up
From the bottom, but I took it up
Still be trapping, my brothers, I hook 'em up

Heard it's a bag on my head, I ain't ducking no beef
Bitch, you know I'm still taking the top off
My shooters ain't taking no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups
We pull up and knocking his top off
Oh okay!
Hot like the flex in that photo race
Sip act, I need like four more dranks
Big body, I need like four more lanes
Clutch the gang, I need like four more chains

Only dream is just to be the greatest
Smoke marijuana, I love the fragrance
7 figures, man, this shit amazing
Cartier lenses, I can see 'em hating
The sky's the limit, I stay looking up
If you don't know my name, then you can look it up
From the bottom, but I took it up
Still be trapping, my brothers, I hook 'em up

Feel like I got scoliosis, bitch, I get massages while riding around in that Maybach
If you say you want beef, we ain't doing no squashing, hell nah, we ain't doing no takebacks
On the 'Gram wit' a row, when I see you in person, you know we don't have shit, we take that
Don't want pussy, lil' hoe, where yo' face at?
Dick in her throat, yeah, I'm fucking her face back
Face all my problems, I don't do no crime
I pop an addy, then pour up a lime
I'm on the gram wit' a Glock and a pine
I ain't stressing and still fold my P.O
Knock knock, if you knock wrong, then we shooting his ass through the peephole
Keep a .40 and it's holding a three-oh
Cock on my Glock, yeah, my Glock got a deepthroat
Rolling my pockets, you notice we keep those

Heard it's a bag on my head, I ain't ducking no beef
Bitch, you know I'm still taking the top off
My shooters ain't taking no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups
We pull up and knocking his top off
Oh okay!
Hot like the flex in that photo race
Sip act, I need like four more dranks
Big body, I need like four more lanes
Clutch the gang, I need like four more chains

I spent a wraith on my jewelry and still walk around with a whole bunch of bands on me
Know that boy, he ain't 'bout it, he stay in the track, I can tell, when he see me, he ran from me
I'm too famous for trapping, I copped me a low, gave that straight to my bro, that's my brother's pack
Spent some thousands on guns just to get to the game, bitch, you know I can't let none of my brothers lack
Ice on my body, I feel like a glacier, yo' bitch but she fucked me, I swear I ain't make her
Ain't stressing bout bitches, I need me some paper
Squares in my circle, I bet they got boxed
Brand new Glock .40, I gave it a cock
I can't go back to them days I was stuck in them chains, man I swear I hate sleeping on cots
I do this shit for my brothers so they can quit trapping, I still see 'em sleep on the block
If I got a problem, they creep on the block
Know niggas pop, so I sleep wit' my Glock
In the waters, bitch I creep wit' my ride
I can't' do shit that a fuck nigga do, Imma real nigga wit' a steel nigga
You get killed nigga just for looking wrong
Fuck you, I hope you took it wrong

Heard it's a bag on my head, I ain't ducking no beef
Bitch, you know I'm still taking the top off
My shooters ain't taking no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups
We pull up and knocking his top off
Oh okay!
Hot like the flex in that photo race
Sip act, I need like four more dranks
Big body, I need like four more lanes
Clutch the gang, I need like four more chains