paroles de chanson OK Cool - Quin Nfn

Run that back, Khi
Hold on, it's October 10th, my niggas get out the bar, nigga
Ain't no more free dub, ain't no more free lil' head, nigga
Ayy, ayy, gang, ayy, ayy, ayy, baow, baow, baow, baow
Hold on, gang, gang, hold on, hold on, hold on, ayy

Okay, cool, we finna get him, gang
He flexin' too hard, we gon' flip him
Dean throwin' C's and thinkin' he crippin'
Pull out the Glock with it down like a nipple
Try to come 'round, then get shot, it's that simple
Whole lotta facts in my songs when you hear 'em
They don't want no smoke, they just want me to fear 'em

Slide the door back on that minivan
Push a button and we spinnin' like a ceiling fan
You ain't tryna get active, quit bitchin' then
Michael Jackson this ratchet, just send me there
We hit this strap with a tool or piece
Like, "Fah, fah, fah, fah," that gang shit

I bring the bag in like I'm Saint Nick
We gon' get on his ass, make him change cliques
He don't think with his head, get his brain split
On the road, no caboose on some train shit
Lotta ice on my wrist like I sprained it
Treat the beef like a car, we just crank shit
I like Internet beefin' and lame shit
That's the quickest way we do the foolery
She gon' fuck 'cause I'm fly with my jewelry
Beat his ass, now them hoes talkin' suin' me (gang)

Hold on, hold on, hold on, gang
Okay, cool, we finna get him, gang
He flexin' too hard, we gon' flip him
Dean throwin' C's, they thinkin' he crippled
Pull out the Glock with it down like a nipple
Try to come 'round, then get shot, it's that simple
Whole lotta facts in my songs when you hear 'em
They don't want no smoke, they just want me to fear 'em

Gang, hold on, baow, baow, okay, cool
He want some smoke, jump in his pool, I bet he won't float
She givin' noggin, she finna choke
Diamonds, they water, they came with some salt
Geek in my city, got pulled like a rope
Play with that gang, you gon' get what you want
She popped the Perc' and ate dick on the floor

I hit the road with them steppers with me
With a whole lot of hoes and Berettas with me
Got a Glock .45, the big fellow with me
Own these heels like I got Cinderella with me
We done went to his show, it was hella empty
They don't play 'cause they know we get hella busy
If you shoot, I'ma hit, boy, you better hear me
I got aim, I won't miss with this yellow Glizzy

Hold on, gang, hold on, hold on, hold on
Okay, cool, we finna get him, gang
He flexin' too hard, we gon' flip him
We speak throwin' C's, they thinkin' he crippled
Pull out the Glock with it down like a nipple
Try to come 'round, then get shot, it's that simple
Whole lotta facts in my songs when you hear 'em
They don't want no smoke, they just want me to fear 'em

Gang, gang, hold on
Okay, cool, we finna get him
Uh, play 'round with us and we zip him
Uh, they know I'm official
Uh, aim at the slime on the pimple
Uh, she give me face, dimple
Uh, I hop by the time mine gon' end but-
Play with that gang and get popped like a pimple, hold up, gang