Lil Skies - OK lyrics

Buddah Bless this beat Mm, okay, oh yeah Okay fu*k ni**a say he got a problem Hol' up, ni**a, keep your head up I'm a young ni**a, got my bread up I'm fu*kin' his b*tch with my leg up (Let's go) We pull up in Excursions 2020, ni**a in a suburban I'm shootin' that ni**a, I'm swervin' I'm fu*kin' his b*tch but she slurpin' We shoot his lil' brother in a hoopty In a while, we shooting a movie I'm fu*kin' on all these groupies These ni**as be actin' like goofies I dance on a b*tch like Fivi Give her Perc', she call me papi Tattoos all on my body Let her come ride on my Johnny These b*tches, they say I'm co*ky Look at 'em, like, "Who gon' stop me?" Been ballin' on ni**as like Kyrie Big boss sh*t like John Gotti In the game and you know I gotta win it Been ballin', ni**a, give me a minute You on the side lines and you lookin' like you losin' You talkin' all that sh*t, ni**a why you accusin'? You actin' like a b*tch, stop doin' that hoe sh*t Instagram, postin' pictures of your toe sh*t What the fu*k? ni**as on some hoe sh*t I mean it like, ni**as on some hoe sh*t Me and Stan, we on kick the door sh*t Back to back, kick up in your flow sh*t I run up in your house and I get the motion I ain't with the back and forth and all the commotion I was really down bad but now I'm floatin' Track to track, back to back, I go in Lap for lap, around the world, they notice Fast as fu*k like a locomotive Walk in the trap like, "Hey" Look at that b*tch like, "You ain't my bae" You ain't payin' my rent, my sh*t ain't paid b*tch wanna fu*k and just get laid ni**a like me, I'm steady gettin' paid, huh Workin' that b*tch like a maid, huh Workin' that b*tch like a slave, huh Workin' 'til I'm in my fu*kin' grave, huh Another verse, I can do it for fun Lyrical like a ni**a, Big Pun Lyrical Lemonade with the runts Lyrical Lemonade, how I stunt ni**as hatin', I feel like I'm Cole Bennett Hop out the Tesla with a midget Came up in this b*tch with a smidget ni**a talkin', I'ma make him cricket I can't settle for no minimal wage ni**a like me countin' the blues ni**a like me stay with the crew ni**a like me jump out the stu' Young ni**a, I was countin' the dollars Young ni**a make ya big momma holla Young ni**a, I been countin' with partners Young ni**a, I'ma spend it with goblins Young ni**a, I stay with all the troops Young ni**a, they gon' hop out and shoot Dark tints, thing gon' slide through the roof Dark tints, thing gon' show you what it do If you tell the cops, ni**a, you lame ni**a think he flexin' with that lil' chain ni**a think he up like he the thang ni**a thinkin' 'til we take off his brain Go to the bank, pull out a fifty Bad b*tch sent me pics of her titties I'm a clean ni**a, don't give me hickeys Kicked her out after she su*k my (Dicky) Where your bag at? b*tch, I got (Plenty) Sippin' lean, it go straight to my (Kidney) Big guns, we gon' shoot 'em with (Semis) Smoking runts, this sh*t, this sh*t gas