Ok - Izzie Gibbs

Yeah that lean club shit

That goo gang shit

All these niggas talking shit

If they got paid for talking shit, they’d be rich by now, shit you know

I was in the cold for the rubber bands

Ok, Ok, Ok (That money)

So I could put a stack in my mother hands (Mum I love you, you know)

You too busy stunning for your instagram

Ok, Ok, Ok

If I can do it in my brothers can (Yeah) realise I’m the fucking man

Let’s get some trees and watch your money grow

My mumma thinks I ain’t coming home

I do this shit some my brothers won’t

I’m on the block

I don’t love the road

Trust where I’m from man the summers cold

The blocks hot, it’s got me feeling Filipino

Talk trap, but we really bringing kilos

The fuck boys they know we know

I’m still winning with my people

Torch jabs aye, you don’t clap iron

Damn liars, you ain’t bad you rap violent

Might just run in and your traps tired

I got a show so I brung lions

I bring a rulers with me

Damn it hits fam

I pulled a juggle with me, they ain’t really fucking with me

I got a ting, I love her, saying I love her titties

I give her big boy strokes then she buss it for me

She ain’t easy

I was in the cold for the rubber bands

Ok, Ok, Ok

So I could put a stack in my mother hands

You too busy stunning for your instagram

Ok, Ok, Ok

If I can do it in my brothers can realise I’m the fucking man

Do this shit with my cousin, but he’s more like a brother

Doing straight up drilling, man you best take cover

And you rap about killings cause you got one cutter

But you ain’t seen a gotter, think I’m bluffing gon' be stressed for your mumma

Hand down stain get any

My old friends I hope you get buried, I celebrate and pour henny

Man are way too techy, and you’ll see me in a bally if I hear you got a belly

‘Cause that’s how it goes round here, feds on patrol round here

Man do road out here, it’s cold round here, make it snow pablo round here

Do you live in the ends?

You ain’t know round here, get ghost out here

Love don’t get shown out here, Love don’t get shown out here

It’s not okay ‘round here

I was in the cold for the rubber bands

Ok, Ok, Ok

So I could put a stack in my mother hands

You too busy stunning for your instagram

Ok, Ok, Ok

If I can do it in my brothers can realise I’m the fucking man