Tyler, The Creator - OKRA lyrics

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Tyler, The Creator - OKRA lyrics

[Intro] Ayo, did this sh** in one take Ayo [Verse 1] Check my bankroll, ayo 400K for vehicle Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django Interior look mango, shotgun grape, he look like mayo Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo, keep them bucks in banks like yayo Swampy n***as out the bayou, pockets flooded y'all be dilute Watered down, I'm Big Mac, I'm quarter pound, you chicken nugget f** it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage Financial advisor buggin', Flower Boy is buzzin' Grammy-nominated, tell yo cousin ain't nobody f**in' with him [Chorus] Man, now they go I cut off some friends, where they go I stick to the plan, that's the goal f** these n***as man, that's for sure [Verse 2] Uno the shoe, red with the blue, look like a flag what the f** it do Golf be the set, no more OF, like Ron Artest b**h we aim for your neck Give a f** about you or your respect, yeah that way f** your accolades but I made the cut like I pack a blade You could call me brush, I've been makin' waves Since Ashley Banks' cousin had a fade but that's '92, I'm '91 Watts Riot in my blood, n***a what's up, and that p**y pink like the drink in my cup ha Lemonade, yeah it's Minute Maid, I been gettin' paid pockets gainin' weight Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but that's up to you [Chorus] Man, now they go I cut off some friends, where they go I stick to the plan, that's the goal f** these (ayo) n***as man, that's for sure [Verse 3] Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me Skin glowin', clear of acne, diamonds see-through, so holographic Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey, spent dinero like Taxi Driver Handmade is that thing with tires but I rode my bike And vill tail behind me and he got the canon like he bagged Mariah Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation he will go grab the iron And he do what I says like Simon, and my b**h mixed like jambalaya Man f** with the fam, we in Japan b**h you’re a bum, see you don't understand Yeah, I cut off some friends T, where you been? b**h I'm in Bel-Air, been lookin' for land Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool Just to cool it, I do need the gra**, not the sand Got enough rocks, see check my hand And I got crack, watch how I talk And it's still Wolf Gang, b**h watch how I bark Wallace still trippin' on sh** that I bought But, I really do not care the cost 'cause okra [Outro] Man, now they go I cut off some friends