Ok Ok

Lyrics

[플로우식 "Ok Ok" 가사] [Intro] Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay [Chorus] I'm on that shit K7 coupe and I'm flooring that bitch, yuh, yuh Seven feet tall on my racks I give to church and I write off my tax, damn I say period just to hit Your bitch, she begging me just for a lick Taste, the way I deliver grade A Always on top of my game, okay, okay Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay [Verse 1] Everybody fronting on me What, you don't think I got ears on the streets? These BMs acting like Gs 장마 season, I'm ready for the heat Haters want beef, haters want beef 해운대 tanning, I'll catch you on the beach Six feet deep, you will not see My fist is a lullaby, put you to sleep Too many 뱀s in my 잔디 These sméagols be kissing my 반지 You mad, mad, 'cause you not me Bitch, you just a carbon copy Ride for my dogs, 당연히 (Grr) But you ain't a dog, you a 강아지 (Bitch) 날라리 쓰레빠 싸대기 Damn, man I'm surrounded by 빠가리s [Chorus] I'm on that shit K7 coupe and I'm flooring that bitch, yuh, yuh Seven feet tall on my racks I give to church and I write off my tax, damn I say pеriod just to hit Your bitch, she begging me just for a lick Tastе, the way I deliver grade A Always on top of my game, okay, okay Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay [Verse 2] Nice with the fish and I bait 'em You meeting your maker if I don't catch you tonight Then I'm catching you later, flame broil I turn you to vapors, the kitchen is hot Cooking this shit gon' get messy You bring out the mops, top of the menu My custies, I'm serving them ops Got a vice-tight grip when I grab that stick and I'm stirring up the pots (Woo) Be a man, let's get it, you and me Holes in your Louis V, huh, huh, huh Take two of these, tell your boy prepare your eulogy Take it to the concrete, nah, shit ain't new to me 술자리s flippin', 대가리s hittin' No, I ain't missing, yeah, I'm religious But don't get it twisted, I ain't no licorice Lowkey I'm vicious, put on my gloves and I'm handling business Calliper, I slide, I grease 'em Take you to the chop shop, tear you to pieces Smack your grill and I'm leaving you speechless, uh, uh Better work on your defense I am the teacher I don't need rest man, I don't need breathers, ayy, ayy I don't need a visa To go to your country and bring you that Aether [Pre-Chorus] Frr (Where you think you're goin', bro?) Frr Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay [Chorus] I'm on that shit K7 coupe and I'm flooring that bitch, yuh, yuh Seven feet tall on my racks I give to church and I write off my tax, damn I say period just to hit Your bitch, she begging me just for a lick Taste, the way I deliver grade A Always on top of my game, okay, okay Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay