Текст песни Okay Den - Duvy

Yeee

Hey Cr

This shit off the top man,
Like every other track

She want some benihannas
But she ain′t even worth a meal

Can't hang if you ain′t slime
I keep a gun around me for real

On the Jane
That's for real

Bro lost his life we gon' kill
Got some crack up in my nails
Whole lot of riders here

(Lets go)

Just say the word
Them youngin′s get em

(Go to war)

We at the war with them killers daily
Had to drop down with the sinners baby

Say it′s hot in the trenches daily

War with them killers baby
Its stack or starve, you ain't tryna make no money

Better play it raw, it get ugly

I was stuck up in my zone,
Okay den

You left me alone, ya save it

You know they gon′ leave you
Go grind, go stack it
Gotta feed yo' people

On the hunt for a mill
Smoking dead guys in the hills, this shit feel real

I lost my mind tryna think my nigga gon′ keep it real
Thought we was family

Watch your back my nigga, I'm so grimey
I stabbed you in your back, cause nigga you betrayed me

I call that slime love,
I make the music bro′nem drill to

It's hard, don't play

You know my niggas really riding
I got on two watches, still I got no timin′

See ima show up late, in club we got the glockie in
Ain′t gonna speak on what we done

She want some benihannas
But she ain't even worth a meal

Can′t hang if you ain't slime
I keep a gun around me for real

On the Jane
That′s for real

Bro lost his life we gon' kill
Got some crack up in my nails
Whole lot of riders here

(Let′s go)

Just say the word
Them youngin's get em

We at the war with them killers daily
Had to drop him with the sinners baby

Say it's hot in the trenches daily

Roll with them killers baby
Its stack or starve, you ain′t tryna make no money

Better play it right, it get ugly

I was stuck up in my zone,
Okay den

You left me alone, ya save it

Yea

Before you leave, I leave you
Yeen ain′t even going home he want his pockets full

Playin with a Harden, love them Rockets blowin'
2 percs it took me through the night

Bet I′m gon pop up at night
And I got glizzy by my side

My life is risky, ready to ride
And bro he got me, ain't gon tweak just homicide

Summer time shoot outs ain′t gon speak on
My music for the streets, they ain't no love songs

Say we catch him gonna give him heat

Nigga ain′t takin my life,
I gotta rude rah

Glock on my lap not under the seat

She want some benihannas
But she ain't even worth a meal

Can't hang if you ain′t slime
I keep a gun around me for real

On the Jane
That′s for real

Bro lost his life we gon' kill
Got some crack up in my nails
Whole lot of riders here

(Lets go)

Just say the word
Them youngin′s get em

(Go to war)

We at the war with them killers daily
Had to drop down with the sinners baby

Say it's hot in the trenches daily