BabyTron - OH OK lyrics

Getta Beats

Take my middle finger out and
Throw it in yo face
Or I could take a dub out and throw
It in they face
I could FaceTime my ex and throw
It in her face on my waist, it's a blower
You could try yo faith
Switched up back then, you know it's late
Skrrt while I slam on 'em
If I know it's pape
I just drew it up and sent him out
I need a coaching break
Turn yo song the fuck off, boy
'cause we know it's fake
When you great they supposed to hate
Lil' bitch look like Lady Gaga
I'ma poke her face
I'm Tron Cena, see an opp
He getting choked to death
Give a fuck about a bitch
Quick to say oh okay

Good purple jeans with the
Rips and the stains
Play with me? We gon' put
"RIP" in front his name
You gon' act tough till we
Rip you out yo frames
Bitch knocked the Wocky out my hand
Spilled it on my frames
You can make made a made my bed this morning
My bitch like Mulan, ain't no Jays, boy
She stepping foreign
Play with yo time, it's too late
We got heavy torches
All that dick sucking, boy
I got a lil' question for you
What you up? What you make today?
Yelling RIP Kobe
Give him eight while I fade away
Like a short-ass shift, boy
I can't take a break
All gas, man, I hate to brake
Take my middle finger out and, man
Let me chill
Talking 'bout bro won't catch a body
But I bet he will
Dress, talk and act like me
You my neph' for real
How the fuck this lil' dumb
Bitch lil' head got skill?
Yeah, bitch, we step for real
Big stepper through this lil' fuck
You get stretched for real
Strong as hell, see you out
You get pressed for real
Nah, for real, hook then jab
You get slept for real
Bitch, how y'all wanna play it? Take
Turns or have a threesome? Big league boy
You still blacks and freak 'em
She act good as hell but she
Really is a nasty demon
Dee pulled up turnt, I'm like, "Gang
Who ass we beating?"
Yo breath stank, boy, who ass you eating?
Finna take the stu' to the church
'cause my ass be preaching
Name one person fucking with me
Who was actually breathing
Goofy hit him in his chest
Then have him wheezing
We'll have him wheezing
But my ass be preaching, swear to God
Her ass a demon, who's actually breathing?
Feel like Agent Zero, bitch
I'm balling with a pistol on me
The way that I splash
You would've thought I had
Some flippers on me
Laying on the couch with a
Dub and my slippers, homie
Chopstick like a runner, bitch
Pull up and hit his homie

Take my middle finger out and
Throw it in yo face
Or I could take a dub out
And throw it in they face
I could FaceTime my ex and
Throw it in her face
On my waist, it's a blower
You could try yo faith
Switched up back then, you know it's late
Skrrt while I slam on the dash
If I know it's pape
I just drew it up and sent him out
I need a coaching break
Turn that shit the fuck off, boy
'cause we know it's fake
When you great they supposed to hate
Lil' bitch look like Lady Gaga
I'ma poke her face
I'm Tron Cena, see an opp
He getting choked to death
Give a fuck about a bitch
Quick to say oh okay

Huh, bitch, oh okay bitch, oh okay
Aye, bitch, oh okay damn, like, bitch, okay
I get it, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, ShittyBoyz
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye