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Ysn Flow - Oh Okay Lyrics

Only dreams is just to be the greatest
Smoke marijuana, I love the fragrance
Seven figures, man, this shit amazin'
Cartier lenses, I can see 'em hatin'
The sky's the limit, I stay lookin' up
If you don't know my name then you can look it up
From the bottom, but I took it up
Still be trappin', my brothers, I hook 'em up

Heard it's a bag on my head, I ain't duckin' no beef, bitch, you know I'm still takin' the top off
My shooters ain't takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups, we pull up and knockin' his top off
Oh, okay, I like to flex in that four door wraith
Sip Act', I need like four more dranks
Big body, I need like four more lanes
Glacier gang, I need like four more chains

Only dreams is just to be the greatest
Smoke marijuana, I love the fragrance
Seven figures, man, this shit amazin'
Cartier lenses, I can see 'em hatin'
The sky's the limit, I stay lookin' up
If you don't know my name then you can look it up
From the bottom, but I took it up
Still be trappin', my brothers, I hook 'em up

Feel like I got scoliosis, bitch, I get massages while ridin' around in that Maybach
If you say you want beef, we ain't doin' no squashin', hell nah, we ain't doin' no take-backs
On the 'Gram wit' a row, when I see you in person, you know we don't ask shit, we take that
Don't want pussy, lil' ho, where yo' face at? Dick in her throat, yeah, I'm fuckin' her face back
Face all my problems, I don't do no cryin'
I pop a Addy then pour up a line
I'm on the 'Gram wit' a Glock and a pint
I ain't stressin', it's still fuck my P.O.
Knock-knock, if you knock wrong then we shootin' his ass through the peephole
Keep a four-zero and it's holdin' a three-oh
Cock on my Glock, yeah, my Glock got a deep throat
Rollin' my pockets, you that we keep those

Heard it's a bag on my head, I ain't duckin' no beef, bitch, you know I'm still takin' the top off
My shooters ain't takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups, we pull up and knockin' his top off
Oh, okay, I like to flex in that four door wraith
Sip Act', I need like four more dranks
Big body, I need like four more lanes
Glacier gang, I need like four more chains

I spent a Wraith on my jewelry and still walk around with a whole bunch of bands on me
Know that boy, he ain't 'bout it, he stay in the track, I can tell, when he see me, he ran from me
I'm too famous for trappin', I copped me a low, gave that straight to my bro, that's my brother's pack
Spent some thousands on guns just to get to the game, bitch, you know I can't let none of my brothers lack
Ice on my body, I feel like a glacier, yo' bitch but she fucked me, I swear I ain't make her
Ain't stressin' 'bout bitches, I need me some paper
Squares in my circle, I bet they got boxed
Brand new Glock .40, I gave it a cock
I can't go back to them days I was stuck in them chains, man, I swear I hate sleepin' on cots
I do this shit for my brothers so they can quit trappin', I still see 'em sleep on the block
If I got a problem, they creep on the block
Know niggas pop, so I sleep wit' my Glock
In the waters, bitch, I creep wit' my rod
I can't do shit that a fuck nigga do, I'm a real nigga wit' the steel, nigga
You get killed, nigga, just for lookin' wrong
Fuck you, I hope you took it wrong

Heard it's a bag on my head, I ain't duckin' no beef, bitch, you know I'm still takin' the top off
My shooters ain't takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups, we pull up and knockin' his top off
Oh, okay, I like to flex in that four door wraith
Sip Act', I need like four more dranks
Big body, I need like four more lanes
Glacier gang, I need like four more chains