G2CLEARR - OKAY OKAY

I set the standard then stand on it
K6 give me a beat and ran that shit
Got gorillas that keep a banana clip
Don't do daps cuz I got no more manners bitch
Need more guala I'm finna invest a check
That's yo problem you finna invest in sex
I come first, and yo ass finna come in second
I could give a fuck if yo ass get offended
Bitch, OKAY OKAY
Man y'all stupid it's like you got no brain
Finna school em, they ass got a low grade
Smokin different, I roll up that propane
You gon grow when you go thru your own pain
On the path to success it gets lonely
But I rather get rich and have no name
I juss want all the money and no fame
Pop a Doe Boy pill, Oh Really
Give a fuck how you feel you don't feel me
I don't trick onna bitch that don't heal me
Cuz when shit hit the fan you gon leave me
Know I'm able so shoutout The Weeknd
I never needed bitches I'm what a bitch need
Tired of expectations
I can't lie, I elevate em
Bitch my tint is five percentage
I pull out the fye and flame it
I'm finna get high as ever
Like diamond glistening
I catch an eye, a witness
I put it on God specific
By far the illest
I hop out my bag, my feelings
I'll catch me a bag a milli
We is them niggas that walk in the room and you breaking your neck that's on God fasho
I shipped the pack out, I need me my cash so juss send me my shit thru the envelope
Come cop you some weed imma give you a deal I ain't talking bout signing to interscope
Sexy ass bitches they flocking I told them I gotta go, I tell em the adios
What the fuck
What the fuck
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What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
I set the standard then stand on it
K6 give me a beat and ran that shit
Got gorillas that keep a banana clip
Don't do daps cuz I got no more manners bitch
Need more guala I'm finna invest a check
That's yo problem you finna invest in sex
I come first, and yo ass finna come in second
I could give a fuck if yo ass get offended
Bitch, OKAY OKAY
Man y'all stupid it's like you got no brain
Finna school em, they ass got a low grade
Smokin different, I roll up that propane
You gon grow when you go thru your own pain
On the path to success it gets lonely
But I rather get rich and have no name
I juss want all the money and no fame

Written by:
Angel Hernandez

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