- Tyler, The Creator OKRA 歌詞
- Tyler, The Creator
- And let it go (Ayo)
I cut off some friends
(Did this shit in one take, ayo) where they go
I stick to the plan, thats the goal
(Ayy we got that 5 shit nigga)
Fuck these niggas man
Check my bankroll, ayo 400K for vehicle
Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django
Interior look mango, shotgun grape, he look like mayo
Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp
We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo
Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo
Swampy niggas out the bayou, pockets flooded yall be dilute
Watered down, Im Big Mac, Im quarter pound, you chicken nugget
Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage
Financial advisor buggin, Flower Boy is buzzin
Grammy-nominated, tell yo cousin aint nobody fuckin with him
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends, where they go
I stick to the plan, thats the goal
Fuck these niggas man, thats for sure
Uno the shoe, red with the blue
Look like a flag what the fuck it do
Golf be the set, no more OF
Like Ron Artest bitch we aim for your neck
Give a fuck about you or your respect, yeah that way
Fuck your accolades but I made the cut like I pack a blade
You could call me brush, Ive been makin waves
Since Ashley Banks cousin had a fade but thats 92, Im 91
Watts Riot in my blood, nigga whats up
And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup
Lemonade, yeah its Minute Maid, I been gettin paid
Pockets gainin weight
Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but thats up to you
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends, where they go
I stick to the plan, thats the goal
Fuck these (ayo ) niggas man, thats for sure
Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me,
Skin glowin, clear of acne
Diamonds see-through, so holographic
Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey,
Spent dinero like Taxi Driver
Handmade is that thing with tires but I rode the bike
And Vill tail behind me
And he got the Cannon like he bagged Mariah
Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation
He will go grab the iron and he do what I says like Simon
And my bitch mixed like jambalaya
Man fuck with the fam, we in Japan
Bitch you're a bum, see you dont understand
Yeah, I cut off some friends T, where you been?
Bitch Im in Bel-Air, been lookin for land
Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool
Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand
Got enough rocks, see, check my hand
And I got crack, watch how I talk
And its still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark
Wallace still trippin on shit that I bought
But, I really do not care the cost cause okra
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends
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