OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
OK whatup?
OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
OK whatup?
OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
OK whatup?
OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
OK whatup?
Whatup?
Shut down, too many times!
But Imma get back up, Imma get the shine!
Shut down, too many times!
But Imma get back up, Imma get the shine!
OK, OK, can these niggas shut the fuck up with that bullshit?
Our words like a full clip
Man, all for the ra ta ta ta ta
Im back pack, back pack, baby, back pack
Our eyes filling my motherfucking back pack
A hot shot for the ratchet
Or for the let lose, like Im busting on this strap
Hold up!
How many hoes do we have in the house tonight?
A little bit of headache got you feeling alright!
A little bit of weed gets you way too high
I mix it all up just to get me by
Youll never know youll make it if you really dont try
So I made like Corry and his prime
Mix-tape studio
Oops, same grind, grind, grind!
OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
OK whatup?
OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
OK whatup?
OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
OK whatup?
OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
OK whatup?
Whatup?
Shut down, too many times!
But Imma get back up, Imma get the shine!
Shut down, too many times!
But Imma get back up, Imma get the shine!
My broke kid past on this beat
So I said Imma give something to the streets
Brand new music, tell me what you think
The party thrown... on the EP
Matter of fact it dont matter what you think
At the end of the day, Imma do me
Work hard every day if you knew me
Workaholic and the realer nigga OD
Tell a girl bang it up, like she own me
Chilling back, shooting craps with the homies!
New hustle, new bang, thats the old me!
Gate troopers trying to bang me like the goalie
Break two bullets out the pistolie
Move no Codeine
Hide at the gate just to get a rollie
La la la la fuck it!
OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
OK whatup?
OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
OK whatup?
OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
OK whatup?
OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
OK whatup?
Whatup?
Shut down, too many times!
But Imma get back up, Imma get the shine!
Shut down, too many times!
But Imma get back up, Imma get the shine!