Yuval a - Super smash bros brawl
Overige artiesten: Drake Headie one Pop smoke Travis scott Jackboys

(Shae O.T)

Okay, okay, okay, okay


Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke
I'm from the Floss where niggas tote
They couldn't be Crips, so they turned Folks (bah)
Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' the Cho (brr)
I gotta laugh, 'cause these niggas jokes (haha)
Dread like, "Who these niggas?" (Who these niggas?)
I don't know (I don't know), but I'm on go (woo)
And I'm in that Bugatti, movin' two hunnid (bah)
Givin' bucks, like, "Who shot ya?"
Me and Trey, that's four choppers (woo)
Man down (woo), all you see is helicopters (grr)
Paramedics pick him up, they gon' send him to the doctor
I'm in the hood like an engine, revvin' (Trey, get that nigga)
My checks is clearin' (woo, woo)
Your checks is pending (woo, woo)
And I got a couple gangstas, let me know (it's a fact)
If you want smoke (if you want smoke)
'Cause boy I can send 'em (boy I can send 'em)
And I got a bad bitch, ass up
Face down (face down)
Yeah, she love doggy style (uh-huh)
And she got a Louis bag (yeah)
That hold the extendo (woo, woo)
Okay, okay (okay, okay)
Okay, okay

Facts, my bitch love coco
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo!
Let me see some
Okay, okay (I see it)
Okay, okay (turn around)
My bitch love coco

Chubbs might jam next youth for a chain
And give it to a sweet one, call that Maya Jama
Givin' out gifts like Santa, sippin' on Sanna
Used to do lean and Wock'
Closet full up with designer, comin' like Panda Panda
Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
She never heard drill in Atlanta
Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza
Habibti please, ana akeed, inti w ana ahla
Wit' Pop Skull in Gaza, but not that Gaza, but still it's a mazza
Niggas want piece like cassava but we let bridge dem burn like grabba
Woi, four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake, man, hold that steady
You man love pose with the ting for the picture
You man shoulda buss that ting already
You man love hesi' hesi'
Yeah, can't back chat to the Prezi
You know when a beef just tastes like veggie?
Gyal go Ritz for the mani pedi
CC bag look nice but the Birkin bag look way more heavy
That's just a big gyal ting, man ya get me?
Raemi just turned mommy, and that's my sis so I just turned abti
Fan mail came to the crib from a youth that loves me, I swear that touched me
I never even drive no whips I own, so they all look way too dusty
If me and Gallest go St. Michael, the gyal come way too fussy, crushy
Man said they would do this and that
But the man wasn't really that wassy, was he?
Nah, nah, nah
The man wasn't really that what?
1-9-4-2 hits my system, man get way too frass, he buzzy
Girls from the past that lost me, love me
Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me
Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me
Slow stroking 'cause the bamski way too big, my gyal don't rush me

Writers: Aubrey Drake Graham , Irving Ampofo Adjei , Mozis Aduu

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group , Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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