Ok Alright lyrics

[Part I: Ok]

[Intro: Zona Man, ScHoolboy Q & Travis Scott]
Yeah, you know, we gon' be aight
Leaders of the new school
They ain't want to let us in but they had to
Trav, tell 'em what it is, Zona Man in the buildin'
(Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q]
Already know it's gon' be alright, way we goin' up, we might be all night (Okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Ayy, ooh-ooh)
Now we gon' blow like the wind, should've never let us n*ggas in (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Okay, ooh-ooh)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q]
Should've never let them n*ggas in should've never, should've never let them n*ggas in (Okay, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Should've never let them n*ggas in, should've-should've-should've never let us n*ggas in (Oh, okay)
Should've never let us n*ggas in, should've-should've-should've never let us n*ggas in (Okay, okay, okay)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott, ScHoolboy Q & Both]
Let's get this sh*t lit poured right
Need my drugs, alright, call my b*tch up, she gon' suck this di*k four ways
Four ways, now it's time to pay
Need my money now, not tomorrow, need that sh*t today (Okay, okay, okay)
Now it's bombs away, b*tches kissin' b*tches while my n*ggas serve 'em candy cane (Okay, okay)
Bouncin' on La Flame, put you up on game
Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little
Them b*tches scared, them b*tches scared, ah, yeah (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q]
Already know it's gon' be alright, way we goin' up, we might be all night (Okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Ayy, ooh-ooh)
Now we gon' blow like the wind, should've never let us n*ggas in (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Okay, ooh-ooh)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q]
Should've never let them n*ggas in should've never, should've never let them n*ggas in (Okay, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Should've never let them n*ggas in, should've-should've-should've never let us n*ggas in (Oh, okay)
Should've never let us n*ggas in, should've-should've-should've never let us n*ggas in (Okay, okay, okay)

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q & Travis Scott]
Bottom b*tch say, "Ho," know you on top when the top get floored
Crib where the cop won't go, Rollie on bling-bling, neck-neck on ice
Tell a b*tch, "Get right," make a n*gga miss that flight, can a n*gga hit that twice?
Should've never let us n*ggas in
Got my first M 2012, 'nother 100K in the mail
Free another homie on bail, money low, her pus*y gon' sell
Tryna tell you money ain't sh—, when you tried to tell me water won't whip
When you tried to say this quarter won't flip, since Snoop, who the other rich Crip?
How Groovy get the Pringle man chip? Walkin' with a twenty-yard clip
Walkin' while a real n*gga limp, black n*gga, green grass, no golf
So on turn the satellite off from the set, feel like I died on that cross, hang on (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q]
Already know it's gon' be alright, way we goin' up, we might be all night (Okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Ayy, ooh-ooh)
Now we gon' blow like the wind, should've never let us n*ggas in (Okay, okay, ooh-ooh—Okay—ooh-ooh—Okay, ooh-ooh)
[Chorus: Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q]
Should've never let them n*ggas in should've never, should've never let them n*ggas in (Okay, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Should've never let them n*ggas in, should've-should've-should've never let us n*ggas in (Oh, okay)
Should've never let us n*ggas in, should've-should've-should've never let us n*ggas in (Okay, okay, okay)

[Part II: Alright]

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Alright, alright, alright (Ballin' down the corner)
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Take the long way home)
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Jacques was born April 30, ayy
Doctor said he won't be home in thirty days, he gon' be
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Mama said her son gon' be a gift
Mama said her son gon' be the sh*t
He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright
Mama comin' home with different n*ggas
Daddy out there hangin' with the killers, will it be?
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Feel like I'ma need me a sip
Feel like I'ma need me a b*tch
Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright
[Bridge: SZA]
There's blood on your face
Uh, salt on your skin
Your battle is done for now

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kacy Hill]
Alright, alright, alright
Now I wanna, wanna blow these trees alright (Mmm-mmm)
Find another lick and we gon' be alright (Mmm-ah-ooh)
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Now we got this breeze, we gon' be alright (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Hundred all we need, we gon' be alright (Mmm-mmm, woah, woah-ooh, woah-ooh)
Alright, alright (Mmm-mmm, woah, woah-oh-oh-ooh)

[Outro: SZA]
Completely available to you
Scrape a little off the top
Come, make your puddin' pop
Alright, all night (Eee-eee-eee-ooh-ooh-ooh)