OCKYWAY

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, (Tch-tch, pew), ayy (Yes, yes)
The hood on my back
Can you turn me up a lil' bit? (The hood in my back, tch-tch-tch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy)
Yeah, the hood on my back so it’s gotta be me
Come on
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
The hood on my back so it’s gotta be me
When you see the Trapstar swag you know that it’s gotta be me
I heard lil' shawty a extra freak and I need her expertisé
Lil' mami can you swing that my way?
She talkin’ bout TGI Fridays, lil mami don’t get me irate
Gaucho plates, twenty ounce steaks (Uh, uh, uh)
The man is not my mate I like to say don’t put his namе near my name
I just came from Nеw York these niggas keep talkin' bout Ockyway
I need them runtz imported, I made one call it’s sorted

[Verse]
I love when bad girl flauntin', lil' baby you’re such a Taurus
She gorgeous 'cause she know she gorgeous, nails and lash they sorted (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
I’m 'bout to make my managers millionaires
Niggas gon' lose their mind and I really don’t care
Start a riot when I walk out gyaldem, mandem stop and stare
I came kinda late and the pack still flipped me, it’s tricky
I brought my thingy, don’t raise your hands lil' boy you can’t trick me
I copped that work from Leroy, so the brick phone had to get destroyed

[Chorus]
The hood on my back so it’s gotta be me
When you see the Trapstar swag you know that it’s gotta be me
I heard lil' shawty a extra freak and I need her expertisé
Lil' mami can you swing that my way?
She talkin’ bout TGI Fridays, lil mami don’t get me irate
Gaucho plates, twenty ounce steaks (Uh, uh, uh)
The man is not my mate I like to say don’t put his name near my name
I just came from New York these niggas keep talkin' bout Ockyway
I need them runtz imported, I made one call it’s sorted

[Verse 2]
I make one call, he don’t want beef, he ain’t got balls
He’s unsure but I’m sure that he don’t want war
I call up A Jewellers for the rollie, don’t need Michael Kors
They copy my walk, they copy my talk, of course it’s awks'
Crack on the road and aux, I chill on the top-top floor
The world on my cock, pause, the world will never be yours
And I won’t stop even if it’s the law, I put them packs on tour
Super freak she a super whore, lil' baby got a super jaw

[Chorus]
The hood on my back so it’s gotta be me (Grr)
When you see the Trapstar swag you know that it’s gotta be me
I heard lil' shawty a extra freak and I need her expertisé
Lil' mami can you swing that my way?
She talkin’ bout TGI Fridays, lil mami don’t get me irate
Gaucho plates, twenty ounce steaks (Uh, uh, uh)
The man is not my mate I like to say don’t put his name near my name
I just came from New York these nigga keep talkin' bout Ockyway
I need them runtz imported, I made one call it’s sorted