CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Okay (Hav It All)
Go, go, go, go
yung hi c
Ooh
F**k n***a mad I ran it up
Stars on the roof of the Bentley truck
Tell the b*t*h get lost, she ain't made the cut
N***a ain't gang, can't hang with us
Pouring up Wock, tryna fan the mud
Lean on ice, that's the Wocky slush
She bad but I'm not finna pay to f**k
Lil' n***a better not play with us
Make the wrong move, we flame him up
My n***as armed and dangerous
Hi-Tec splash, n***a, bathe in blood
Hoes on deck soon as I pull up
Pull up, these hoes like, "Who is that?"
Hi-C Touchdown to be exact
Got Louis this and a Louis that
Louis belt, Louis hat
Fit ten racks in the Louis bag
High as hell rolling on a flat
No cap this pill been beating my a**
Two-hundred on the dash
Pour up the lеan n***a almost crashed
Two-door dark tint, can't see through the gla**
Lambo drive for thе stank indo-gra**
And ever since I glowed up
These hoes act like they know us
I pour the Trissy just to slow up, it got me so stuck
Said he want smoke so if it go up then, b*t*h, it go up
I tote twin Glockies in the holster, one shot you froze up, aye
Okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, she like, "Why can't you just be faithful?"
Girl, if you wanna f**k just say so
Shopping spree just to spend this payroll
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Yung Hi-c, man, okay
yung hi c
Ooh
F**k n***a mad I ran it up
Stars on the roof of the Bentley truck
Tell the b*t*h get lost, she ain't made the cut
N***a ain't gang, can't hang with us
Pouring up Wock, tryna fan the mud
Lean on ice, that's the Wocky slush
She bad but I'm not finna pay to f**k
Lil' n***a better not play with us
Make the wrong move, we flame him up
My n***as armed and dangerous
Hi-Tec splash, n***a, bathe in blood
Hoes on deck soon as I pull up
Pull up, these hoes like, "Who is that?"
Hi-C Touchdown to be exact
Got Louis this and a Louis that
Louis belt, Louis hat
Fit ten racks in the Louis bag
High as hell rolling on a flat
No cap this pill been beating my a**
Two-hundred on the dash
Pour up the lеan n***a almost crashed
Two-door dark tint, can't see through the gla**
Lambo drive for thе stank indo-gra**
And ever since I glowed up
These hoes act like they know us
I pour the Trissy just to slow up, it got me so stuck
Said he want smoke so if it go up then, b*t*h, it go up
I tote twin Glockies in the holster, one shot you froze up, aye
Okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, she like, "Why can't you just be faithful?"
Girl, if you wanna f**k just say so
Shopping spree just to spend this payroll
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Yung Hi-c, man, okay
