Lil Ace 2GB - Okay

(Hurt what it do?)
(Yeah, skrt, skrt)
(Yeah, skrt, skrt)
(Hzrd, went crazy on that motherfucker)
(I ain't even gotta try, slide on 'em)
(I was just fucking with them)
(Let's go)
Told my bro, just have my back, I swear you don't owe me shit my nigga
If them niggas pull up on side, you better get to dumping that clip my nigga
Told that hoe "Go ahead and leave" I know for a fact, got more money than him
Booting up in that Bentley, gone drift the corner, don't hit the rim
Telling all these niggas that i'm rich as hell, tell me what else they could say about me?
Exotic clothes and exotic smells, get my weed from overseas
Paying off the bail, soon as he go in, that's something else they don't know about me
Everyday yeah I gotta go in, getting all this money, take the pain from me
I was popping pills, when I walked in the door
Boy give me my credit, you stealing my flow
We busting his brains, leave his head on the floor
Then we knock off his mains, he ain't living no more
I'm spending all this money, like fuck it I got it
I be high everyday, I'm geeked up off narcotics
When I drive on the highway, pull off, and you watch it
I go straight to the top, I took off like a rocket
Got one in the head, I got no time to cock it
Playing with my heart, little bitty bitch, stop it
I spent twelve on the drip, know the cops, wanna cop it
I stay on they mind, I'm the trending topic
I be popping these capsules, it's small like a mineral
My bro fucking these hoes, yeah they twins, they identical
Shoot you right in your face, won't get shot in your nipple bro
I'm spending these dimes, my position a nickel back
I'm throwing this money, but I'm gone get the quarterback
All of my jeans, spent at least like a quarter rack
Gotta watch what I say, like lil bro I ain't recording that
Hit from the back, little baby just throw it back
Need a blunt in my hand, lil bro can you pass me that?
If it's something that's negative, don't even tell me that
Don't wire me shit, tell my label to Zelle me that
I'm throwing a fit, but I ain't supposed to tell you that
Tell me why these people hate on me?
That's something that I'll never know
All these niggas that hate my style, be the main ones wanna steal my flow
Wanna hang with me, make it worth your while
Packing all your shit, now it's time to go
I made some bread, but I want some more
Like the truck, it's nothing that I can't afford
Told my bro, just have my back, I swear you don't owe me shit my nigga
If them niggas pull up on side, you better get to dumping that clip my nigga
Told that hoe "Go ahead and leave" I know for a fact, got more money than him
Booting up in that Bentley, gone drift the corner, don't hit the rim
Telling all these niggas that i'm rich as hell, tell me what else they could say about me?
Exotic clothes and exotic smells, get my weed from overseas
Paying off the bail, soon as he go in, that's something else they don't know about me
Everyday yeah I gotta go in, getting all this money, take the pain from me
(Told my bro, just have my back, I swear you don't owe me shit my nigga, yeah)
(I know for a fact, got more money than him)
(Booting up in that Bentley, gone drift the corner, don't hit the rim)
(Yeah, rich as hell)
(Tell me what else they could say about me?)
(Yeah, yeah)

Written by:
Terrell Coates

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