Ok (feat. yuke) lyrics

(Yuke)
Hoe ion got what you want
I got money n the drugs i can't give no love
I can't give no luv to a nat nat or sl*t
b*tch u rly bugged out if u think i give a f*ck
n*ggas can't compete with me cause n*ggas really suck
I pull up wit 10 n*ggas we hop up out that cut ay
Put the blick up to his skull n turn his brain to mush ay
Worry bout urself and chase the check thats what mom say
Hoe im worried bout the cash tryn grab it
b*tch i walk up in the spot lookin lavish
Model hoe on me wanna let me clap it
She treat me like a blunt til im ashin
Only makin withdrawals i get the cash in
If im drinkin then im drinkin til im blackin
Boy u cappin u dont get it out the backend
I jus drop another song n lil yuke jus keep spazzin
Lil yuke might jus crash thе whip
Lil yuke might jus crack yo b*tch
I might go n slime yo sh*t
I might go n slime yo twin
I might slidе up thru his trap in that f*ckin van
pus*y n*gga we know that u can't even show a band
Its ok tho
U a broke n*gga in the trap ay bro
It’s ok tho
Nah really, it’s ok tho
(Gagor)
It’s ok tho it’s ok tho
Bad b*tch said she love me now im stacking up my pesos
Take a flight to new york and find these city girls and them lame hoes
Smoking on exotics roll this wood up when i say so
VVS my wrist balenci sweats i like to laylow
Staylow locked up in this crib im goin insane b*tch
Pass her to my brother yeah we f*cking on the same b*tch
Don’t know what that pus*y said i do not speak that language
SRT we in that cat yeah we be on that lane switch
Hoes, don’t understand what i’m trynna her
I don’t want your heart no more i think it’s for the better
Im knowin that you smell like me when you rock my chrome heart sweater
b*tch I’m too geeked for this sh*t i don’t need your love
I’m not trynna f*ck i’m jus trynna get money for da plug
Spark up that three five (3.5) get that sh*t inside my lungs
Got no time for kissin b*tch i got time for the funds