OH OKAY! - YSN Flow

Only dream is just to be the greatest

Smoke marijuana, I love the fragrance

7 figures, man, this shit amazin'

Cartier lenses, I can see 'em hatin'

The sky’s the limit, I stay lookin' up

If you don’t know my name, then you can look it up

From the bottom, but I took it up

Still be trappin', my brothers, I hook 'em up

Heard it’s a bag on my head, I ain’t duckin' no beef

Bitch, you know I’m still takin' the top off

My shooters ain’t takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups

We pull up and knockin' 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 amazin'

Cartier lenses, I can see 'em hatin'

The sky’s the limit, I stay lookin' up

If you don’t know my name, then you can look it up

From the bottom, but I took it up

Still be trappin', my brothers, I hook 'em up

Feel like I got scoliosis, bitch, I get massages while ridin' around in that

Maybach

If you say you want beef, we ain’t doin' no squashin', hell nah,

we ain’t doin' 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 fuckin' 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 stressin' and still fold my P. O

Knock knock, if you knock wrong, then we shootin' his ass through the peephole

Keep a .40 and it’s holdin' a three-oh

Cock on my Glock, yeah, my Glock got a deepthroat

Rollin' my pockets, you notice we keep those

Heard it’s a bag on my head, I ain’t duckin' no beef

Bitch, you know I’m still takin' the top off

My shooters ain’t takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups

We pull up and knockin' 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 trappin', 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 stressin' 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

sleepin' on cots

I do this shit for my brothers so they can quit trappin', 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 lookin' wrong

Fuck you, I hope you took it wrong

Heard it’s a bag on my head, I ain’t duckin' no beef

Bitch, you know I’m still takin' the top off

My shooters ain’t takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups

We pull up and knockin' 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