Okay Okay (Opps to Me) lyrics

[Intro]
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Lil Uzi Vert (I'm working on dying)
Yeah, okay
Let's go, uh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
They talk down on my name but they is all opps to me (Shh)
My n*ggas don't like that, they said, "Do not write back"
'Cause them lil' boys, they can get shot for free (Bah)
On the real, you is not hot to me
That little b*tch, she a thot to me
She turn around, she gon' bop on me
I got a bop, got a fire team
I got a Glock with a fire beam
That b*tch, it came with a limousine
So much money, I could buy your team
Okay, okay, you can't buy my jeans
Okay, okay, you can't buy my seams
Okay, okay, take the shot with no sling
No kickback, yeah, I'm getting that crеam
We got FNs, yeah, their out for your tеam

[Verse 1]
Uh, dirty money comin' in, wash it
These hoes, yeah, they been watchin'
On Twitter they binge watchin' (Let's go)
Rock star life, I been moshin'
On my di*k, she been hoppin' (Let's go)
My mom got a Benz Wagon
That b*tch like a G-Wagon
We got too much, been havin'
Ooh, we been havin' (Havin')
Ooh, we been havin'
We got too much, been havin' (Let's go)
These n*ggas they, oh, so sad, and they too broke, oh (Oh)
I got too much cash and this sh*t just a boatload (Boatload), yeah
Money comin' in like—, woah
I get this money from the rap like I'm sellin' dope (Yeah)
I got too much f*ckin' cash, that what you know
I got Cubans, I got motherf*ckin' diamond rows (Yeah)
[Chorus]
They talk down on my name but they is all opps to me (Shh)
My n*ggas don't like that, they said, "Do not write back"
'Cause them lil' boys, they can get shot for free (Bah)
On the real, you is not hot to me
That little b*tch, she a thot to me
She turn around, she gon' bop on me
I got a bop, got a fire team
I got a Glock with a fire beam
That b*tch, it came with a limousine
So much money, I could buy your team
Okay, okay, you can't buy my jeans
Okay, okay, you can't buy my seams
Okay, okay, take the shot with no sling
No kickback, yeah, I'm getting that cream
We got FNs, yeah, their out for your team

[Verse 2]
We got FNs, yeah, their out for your boss
We can get you knocked off, what is the cost?
I be rockin' Gucci, not no Lacoste (Woo)
Look at collars, yeah, that's all on my neck
Look at diamonds, yeah, that's diamond baguette (Water)
Why these b*tches always suck on my di*k? 'Cause I hit her once, now I left her so wet
I'ma do it, I'ma do it, I'ma do it
I'ma shoot it, I'ma prove it, yeah
All my n*ggas pull up, yeah, my n*ggas, yeah, they heavy shooters, yeah
Heavy toters, heavy toters, yeah, we got money, n*gga and you know it, yeah
And my b*tch be throwin' booze and she goin' wild and I just wanna know ya, yeah
f*ck this b*tch, f*ck this b*tch, f*ck this b*tch, f*ck this b*tch, f*ck this b*tch, yeah
Gettin' too much f*ckin' money, n*gga, look at my f*ckin' wrist, yeah
Franck Muller, AP, Rollie, got a motherf*ckin' Skeleton, yeah
Can't take my boys overseas, 'cause I got too many felon friends, yeah (Damn)
[Chorus]
They talk down on my name but they is all opps to me
My n*ggas don't like that, they said, "Do not write back"
'Cause them lil' boys, they can get shot for free (Uh-uh)
On the real, you is not hot to me
That little b*tch, she a thot to me
She turn around, she gon' bop on me (Uh)
I got a bop, got a fire team (Yeah)
I got a Glock with a fire beam
That b*tch, it came with a limousine (Let's go)
So much money, I could buy your team
Okay, okay, you can't buy my jeans (Yeah)
Okay, okay, you can't buy my seams
Okay, okay, take the shot with no sling
No kickback, yeah, I'm getting that cream
We got FNs, yeah, their out for your team (FNs and—, FNs and—, FNs)