OKRA lyrics

[Intro]
Man, now they go (ayo)
I cut off some friends, where they go?
(Did this sh*t in one take, ayo)
I stick to the plan, that's the goal
(Ayo, that’s that fire sh*t, n*gga, ayo)
f*ck these n*ggas man, man, man, man (Run it, run it)

[Verse 1]
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 n*ggas out the bayou
Pockets flooded, y'all be dilute
Watered down, I'm Big Mac
I'm quarter pound, you chicken nugget
f*ck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage
Financial advisor buggin', Flower Boy is buzzin'
Grammy-nominated, tell yo' cousin ain't nobody f*ckin' with him

[Chorus]
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends, where they go?
I stick to the plan, that's the goal
f*ck these n*ggas man, that's for sure
[Verse 2]
Say
Uno the shoe, red with the blue
Look like a flag, what the f*ck it do?
Golf be the set, no more OF
Like Ron Artest, b*tch, we aim for your neck
Give a f*ck about you or your respect
Yeah, that way, f*ck 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 (Hey!)
Watts Riot in my blood, n*gga what's up
And that pus*y 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, haha

[Chorus]
Man, now they go
(I ain't f*ckin' with none of these n*ggas, man)
I cut off some friends, where they go?
(Yeah, give these n*ggas information n*gga)
I stick to the plan, that's the goal
(Now we never f*ckin' stop)
f*ck these (Ayo) n*ggas man, that's for sure (Ayo)
[Verse 3]
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 (Skrrt!)
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
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation he will go grab the iron
And he do what I says like Simon
(No violence)
And my b*tch mixed like jambalaya
Man, f*ck with the fam, we in Japan
b*tch you’re a bum, see you don't understand
Yeah, I cut off some friends, "T where you been?"
b*tch 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, b*tch, watch how I bark (Sike)
Wallace still trippin' on sh*t that I bought
But I really do not care the cost 'cause...
[Outro]
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends