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[Intro]
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We—we gon' be ok)
Hoo
Hoo
Hoo
Hoo
Hoo, hoo
Hoo-hoo, hoo
Ayy

[Chorus]
Lost a lot of my friends (ok is the hardest, I swear to God), they won't forgotten
My bullets, she wan' have sex, yeah, I just called it
Yeah, they gather 'round these band, this here thot wetter than a faucet
You can call me Kodak, yeah, knew it was fake when I popped it
[Sinning?] ho, she ain't got no dad, but she keep Glock in her pocket
Send 'em up, now he play for the Rockets
Slam dunk, Yeah, I'm pullin' yo' top bitch
Pockets empty, you should be ashamed
It's lint in yo' pockets, you know that you lame
Different dude, nah, he could be the same
Remember when I carried the Glock in my hand
[Verse]
Money tall, I'ma short n***a
No you can't call me Babyface
No you can't call me Lil' Uzi
If I stand on my money I'm 6'8
Ayy, [and I remember I ran into yo' gang?], can't tell me what the bitch say
I put a scope on my Choppa, I put a scope on my Chop' for the mid-range
Now watch him flop, yeah that's 2K
He was like a fly, droppin' like D-Day
I ride with fye, I got that heat wave
Got a lot of cheese, sittin' on p-pape'
I need a crown, I need my BK
Dior Savage, yeah she come this way
Diamonds on yellow, call that piss-lake
Get on my level, yeah, that's the best thing you could do
And I'm a rebel
We don't follow no rules, it's no way you could lose
Broddie went federal
Yeah he was rattin' in that box, yeah, had to turn him to a goop
No I can't settle
No I can't settle for a bitch, like, "No ho, can't love you"
Making promises to me, like the whole time you was fuckin' on dude
I broke her back she turned to a fiend, hit me every night, no I can't do you
Got a bih' fly and she went coo-coo
I had a Israeli bih' like, "Ooh"
Stand on yo' money you 5'2
[?] mom said, "Shoo"
Gotta go dumb, can't play me like a fool
Lost a lot of men, run up and I shoot (Flrrr)
[Chorus]
Lost a lot of my friends (ok is the hardest, I swear to God), they won't forgotten
My bullets, she wan' have sex, yeah, I just called it
Yeah, they gather 'round these band, this here thot wetter than a faucet
You can call me Kodak, yeah, knew it was fake when I popped it
[Sinning?] ho, she ain't got no dad, but she keep Glock in her pocket
Send 'em up, now he play for the Rockets
Slam dunk, Yeah, I'm pullin' yo' top bitch
Pockets empty, you should be ashamed
It's lint in yo' pockets, you know that you lame
Different dude, nah, he could be the same
Remember when I carried the Glock in my hand
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