OKRA

And let it go (Ayo)

I cut off some friends

(Did this shit in one take, ayo) where they go

I stick to the plan, that's the goal

(Ayy we got that 5 shit nigga)

Fuck these niggas man

Check my bankroll, ayo 400K for vehicle

Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django

Interior look mango, shotgun grape, he look like mayo

Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp

We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo

Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo

Swampy niggas out the bayou, pockets flooded y'all be dilute

Watered down, I'm Big Mac, I'm quarter pound, you chicken nugget

Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage

Financial advisor buggin', Flower Boy is buzzin'

Grammy-nominated, tell yo cousin ain't nobody fuckin' with him

Man, now they go

I cut off some friends, where they go

I stick to the plan, that's the goal

Fuck these niggas man, that's for sure

Uno the shoe, red with the blue

Look like a flag what the fuck it do

Golf be the set, no more OF

Like Ron Artest bitch we aim for your neck

Give a fuck about you or your respect, yeah that way

Fuck your accolades but I made the cut like I pack a blade

You could call me brush, I've been makin' waves

Since Ashley Banks' cousin had a fade but that's '92, I'm '91

Watts Riot in my blood, nigga what's up

And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup

Lemonade, yeah it's Minute Maid, I been gettin' paid

Pockets gainin' weight

Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but that's up to you

Man, now they go

I cut off some friends, where they go

I stick to the plan, that's the goal

Fuck these (ayo) niggas man, that's for sure

Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me,

Skin glowin', clear of acne

Diamonds see-through, so holographic

Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey,

Spent dinero like Taxi Driver

Handmade is that thing with tires but I rode the bike

And Vill tail behind me

And he got the Cannon like he bagged Mariah

Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation

He will go grab the iron and he do what I says like Simon

And my bitch mixed like jambalaya

Man fuck with the fam, we in Japan

Bitch you’re a bum, see you don't understand

Yeah, I cut off some friends T, where you been?

Bitch I'm in Bel-Air, been lookin' for land

Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool

Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand

Got enough rocks, see, check my hand

And I got crack, watch how I talk

And it's still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark

Wallace still trippin' on shit that I bought

But, I really do not care the cost 'cause okra

Man, now they go

I cut off some friends