Shorty-G - Ok

Pull up in this bitch like I own the spot
Make it when it count when I got the rock
I know niggas that aint never left the block
Damn dawg, we ain't playin ya'll
It's Gang ya'll
We slayin ya'll
Englewood I'm the man ya'll
Floodin the city I keep me a blicky
I'm gon blow her 'till she get on empty
Why is you playin I know where you stay at
Keep on duckin I know I don't play that
I ain't trippin cuz I just make one call
Got a Burg and I'm keepin it sawed-off
Just enough that I'm keepin them dawgs off
Couple of shotties I'm getting you hauled off
I'm on another one so I leveled up saw the Mother Load
Bank account and I'm getting my bezels up
To the double bag I'm on the double up pockets on Donkey Nuts Yah
I did things that I ain't proud of I've always been odd
I did Fed times and came home still embraced to my mob
Swear that I draw off before I fall off I got holes in my car
I done been in wreckages got knocked out but then I seen God
Before I died better know that I'm givin it my all
Ain't no barrier gon keep me from getting to the top
Come from the Rak and you know how we get it
We blowin the Popeye we blowing some spinach
Link with gang then blow through some bitches
I'm drinking she's spending she sucking she splendid
I'm getting notifications all on my line got this fish on the hook
Gave her the curve now shorty been served
Got her an über then shot to the Burg
One of my niggas got out of the joint
So you know we had to put down an order
Folks sent the kite and we had to respond
They shut down da pound cuz theirs Sharks in that water
I give the illest you claiming you want it
I spit the realest a rose from a thorn
Can't believe I made it out the storm
Never thought I'd see 21
I can't change I'm stuck in my ways
Blowing bout an ounce to get through my day
You get money now OK
We.AE get money too OK
I'm proud of you supposed to be proud of me too
But the vibes I'm getting from you
Stop fakin you really aint true
I'm on the move
I'm a hundred not a fluke yea
Had to switch up on the route yea
No longer sellin ounces yea
Had to get a bigger house yea
Blowin up my account yea
Had to make it make it out yea
Keep em comin in a drought yea
Bundles underneath the couch yea
Me and my niggas out there
I'm from the gutta always been a hustle
Keep me a lick turning nothing to something
Shut down the Beavers cause I keep it jumpin
Caught em off beat you can calm me a drummer
Step out of line then we coming with thunder
Not playin around with you fuckers this summer
Pull up on hatas and I get to stuntin
Hop out of space the engine is grumblin
Link with the folks
None of my niggas gon fold
All my niggas gon roll
Keep our mouths closed
And if you get popped with that load still don't sell our soul
Did more than 10 come home not long ago
Now I'm about to try to go global
Now me and King go loco
Smoke me a ounce of that Dro
Hopefully it keep me afloat
Niggas had to leave them streets alone
Stick to the stu let God play his role
Keep going hard and try to stay focus
Keep spittin hot shit and stay in my zone
Wished all of my niggas was making parole
Free Larry Hoovers out of that hole
I probably say it in every song till they let my peoples come home
I can't change I'm stuck in my ways
Blowing bout an ounce to get through my day
You get money now OK
We.AE get money too OK
I'm proud of you supposed to be proud of me too
But the vibes I'm getting from you
Stop fakin you really aint true
I'm on the move
I'm a hundred not a fluke yea
Had to switch up on the route yea
No longer sellin ounces yea
Had to get a bigger house yea
Blowin up my account yea
Had to make it make it out yea
Keep em comin in a drought yea
Bundles underneath the couch yea
Me and my niggas out there

Written by:
CLINT BAKER, MARK JOHNSON, DAVID KEEL, DUSTIN STROUD

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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