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[Intro]
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We—we gon' be ok)
Hoo
Hoo
Hoo
Hoo
Hoo, hoo
Hoo-hoo, hoo
Ayy

[Chorus]
Lost a lot of my friends (ok is the hardest, I swear to God), they won't forgotten
My bullets, she wan' have sex, yeah, I just called it
Yeah, they gather 'round these band, this here thot wetter than a faucet
You can call me Kodak, yeah, knew it was fake when I popped it
[Sinning?] ho, she ain't got no dad, but she keep Glock in her pocket
Send 'em up, now he play for the Rockets
Slam dunk, Yeah, I'm pullin' yo' top b*tch
Pockets empty, you should be ashamed
It's lint in yo' pockets, you know that you lame
Different dude, nah, he could be the same
Remember when I carried the Glock in my hand
[Verse]
Money tall, I'ma short n*gga
No you can't call me Babyface
No you can't call me Lil' Uzi
If I stand on my money I'm 6'8
Ayy, [and I remember I ran into yo' gang?], can't tell me what the b*tch say
I put a scope on my Choppa, I put a scope on my Chop' for the mid-range
Now watch him flop, yeah that's 2K
He was like a fly, droppin' like D-Day
I ride with fye, I got that heat wave
Got a lot of cheese, sittin' on p-pape'
I need a crown, I need my BK
Dior Savage, yeah she come this way
Diamonds on yellow, call that p*ss-lake
Get on my level, yeah, that's the best thing you could do
And I'm a rebel
We don't follow no rules, it's no way you could lose
Broddie went federal
Yeah he was rattin' in that box, yeah, had to turn him to a goop
No I can't settle
No I can't settle for a b*tch, like, "No ho, can't love you"
Making promises to me, like the whole time you was f*ckin' on dude
I broke her back she turned to a fiend, hit me every night, no I can't do you
Got a bih' fly and she went coo-coo
I had a Israeli bih' like, "Ooh"
Stand on yo' money you 5'2
[?] mom said, "Shoo"
Gotta go dumb, can't play me like a fool
Lost a lot of men, run up and I shoot (Flrrr)
[Chorus]
Lost a lot of my friends (ok is the hardest, I swear to God), they won't forgotten
My bullets, she wan' have sex, yeah, I just called it
Yeah, they gather 'round these band, this here thot wetter than a faucet
You can call me Kodak, yeah, knew it was fake when I popped it
[Sinning?] ho, she ain't got no dad, but she keep Glock in her pocket
Send 'em up, now he play for the Rockets
Slam dunk, Yeah, I'm pullin' yo' top b*tch
Pockets empty, you should be ashamed
It's lint in yo' pockets, you know that you lame
Different dude, nah, he could be the same
Remember when I carried the Glock in my hand
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