OH OKAY! lyrics

[Intro]
Only dreams is just to be the greatest
Smoke marijuana, I love the fragrance
Seven figures, man, this sh*t amazin'
Cartier lenses, I can see 'em hatin'
The sky's the limit, I stay lookin' up
If you don't know my name then you can look it up
From the bottom, but I took it up
Still be trappin', my brothers, I hook 'em up

[Chorus]
Heard it's a bag on my head, I ain't duckin' no beef, b*tch, you know I'm still takin' the top off
My shooters ain't takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups, we pull up and knockin' his top off
Oh, okay, I like to flex in that four door wraith
Sip Act', I need like four more dranks
Big body, I need like four more lanes
Glacier gang, I need like four more chains

[Post-Chorus]
Only dreams is just to be the greatest
Smoke marijuana, I love the fragrance
Seven figures, man, this sh*t amazin'
Cartier lenses, I can see 'em hatin'
The sky's the limit, I stay lookin' up
If you don't know my name then you can look it up
From the bottom, but I took it up
Still be trappin', my brothers, I hook 'em up
[Verse 1]
Feel like I got scoliosis, b*tch, I get massages while ridin' around in that Maybach
If you say you want beef, we ain't doin' no squashin', hell nah, we ain't doin' no take-backs
On the 'Gram wit' a row, when I see you in person, you know we don't ask sh*t, we take that
Don't want pus*y, lil' ho, where yo' face at? di*k in her throat, yeah, I'm f*ckin' her face back
Face all my problems, I don't do no cryin'
I pop a Addy then pour up a line
I'm on the 'Gram wit' a Glock and a pint
I ain't stressin', it's still f*ck my P.O.  
Knock-knock, if you knock wrong then we shootin' his ass through the peephole
Keep a four-zero and it's holdin' a three-oh
c*ck on my Glock, yeah, my Glock got a deep throat
Rollin' my pockets, you that we keep those

[Chorus]
Heard it's a bag on my head, I ain't duckin' no beef, b*tch, you know I'm still takin' the top off
My shooters ain't takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups, we pull up and knockin' his top off
Oh, okay, I like to flex in that four door wraith
Sip Act', I need like four more dranks
Big body, I need like four more lanes
Glacier gang, I need like four more chains

[Verse 2]
I spent a Wraith on my jewelry and still walk around with a whole bunch of bands on me
Know that boy, he ain't 'bout it, he stay in the track, I can tell, when he see me, he ran from me
I'm too famous for trappin', I copped me a low, gave that straight to my bro, that's my brother's pack
Spent some thousands on guns just to get to the game, b*tch, you know I can't let none of my brothers lack
Ice on my body, I feel like a glacier, yo' b*tch but she f*cked me, I swear I ain't make her
Ain't stressin' 'bout b*tches, I need me some paper
Squares in my circle, I bet they got boxed
Brand new Glock .40, I gave it a c*ck
I can't go back to them days I was stuck in them chains, man, I swear I hate sleepin' on cots
I do this sh*t for my brothers so they can quit trappin', I still see 'em sleep on the block
If I got a problem, they creep on the block
Know n*ggas pop, so I sleep wit' my Glock
In the waters, b*tch, I creep wit' my rod
I can't do sh*t that a f*ck n*gga do, I'm a real n*gga wit' the steel, n*gga
You get killed, n*gga, just for lookin' wrong
f*ck you, I hope you took it wrong
[Chorus]
Heard it's a bag on my head, I ain't duckin' no beef, b*tch, you know I'm still takin' the top off
My shooters ain't takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups, we pull up and knockin' his top off
Oh, okay, I like to flex in that four door wraith
Sip Act', I need like four more dranks
Big body, I need like four more lanes
Glacier gang, I need like four more chains