OK Cool - Quin Nfn

Run that back, Khi

Hold on, it’s October 10th, my niggas get out the bar, nigga

Ain’t no more free dub, ain’t no more free lil' head, nigga

Ayy, ayy, gang, ayy, ayy, baow, baow, baow, baow

Hold on, gang, ayy, gang, hold on, ayy

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Okay, cool, we finna get him, gang

He flexin' too hard, we gon' flip him

Keep throwin' C’s and thinkin' he crippin'

Pull out the Glock with it down like a nipple

Try to come 'round, then get shot, it’s that simple

Whole lotta facts in my songs when you hear 'em

They don’t want no smoke, they just want me to fear 'em

Slide the door back on that minivan

Push a button and we spin like a ceiling fan

You ain’t tryna get active, quit bitchin' in

Michael Jackson this ratchet, this Semi dance

We hit this strap with a tool or piece

Like, «Fah, fah, fah, fah,"this gang shit

I bring the backend like I’m Saint Nick

We gon' get on his ass, make him change cliques

He don’t think with his head, get his brain split

On the road, no caboose on some train shit

Lotta ice on my wrist like I sprained it

Treat the beef like a car, we just crank shit

I like Internet beefin' and lame shit

That’s the quickest way we do the foolery

She gon' fuck 'cause I’m fly with my jewelry

Beat his ass, now them hoes talkin' suin' me

Hold on, hold on, hold on, gang

Okay, cool, we finna get him, gang

He flexin' too hard, we gon' flip him

Keep throwin' C’s and thinkin' he crippin'

Pull out the Glock with it down like a nipple

Try to come 'round, then get shot, it’s that simple

Whole lotta facts in my songs when you hear 'em

They don’t want no smoke, they just want me to fear 'em

Hold on, baow, baow, okay, cool

He want some smoke, jump in his pool, I bet he won’t float

She givin' noggin, she finna choke

Diamonds, they water, they came with some salt

Geek in my city, get pulled like a rope

Play with the gang, you gon' get what you want

She popped the Perc' and the dick on the floor

I hit the road with them steppers with me

With a whole lot of hoes and Berettas with me

Got a Glock .45, the big fellow with me

On these heels like I got Cinderella with me

We done went to his show, it was hella empty

They don’t play 'cause they know we get hella busy

If you shoot, I’m hit, boy, you better hear me

I got aim, I won’t miss with this yellow Glizzy

Hold on, hold on, hold on, gang

Okay, cool, we finna get him, gang

He flexin' too hard, we gon' flip him

Keep throwin' C’s and thinkin' he crippin'

Pull out the Glock with it down like a nipple

Try to come 'round, then get shot, it’s that simple

Whole lotta facts in my songs when you hear 'em

They don’t want no smoke, they just want me to fear 'em

Okay, cool, we finna get him

Uh, play 'round with us and we zip him

Uh, they know I’m official

Uh, aim at the slime on the pimple

Uh, she give me face, dimple

Uh, hop out the sauna like I’m Emma

Play with the gang and get popped like a pimple, hold up, gang