Aok

[Intro]
Yeah

[Producer Tag]
(FLANZ the rapper in a stadium)

[Verse]
I got them hinges in my jaw to keep it Hollywood
I need to cut back on the singin’ so they call me hood
Throw out the mattress for the club just like a rapper should
And tweak my shit to cater to the neighbor til they call it good
For the faux leader
Soul eater
Like I wanna hang with the women up in Nolita
My gold spoon you can tell me where the soup is
Got the bar bang bang Dusse for the douches
I think I’m smart for actin’ stupid
Why feelin' used'll make you feel so useless
I jump for the conclusions
Blow me good so I can get some shit up off my mind
But my brain be actin’ like a lavatory all the time
Cold days
Oh yay
I find myself sayin’ more "oh shits" in my old age
One shot call a Kobe
I pop the rocks and rock the rap change the game
From a noname kid

[Pre-Chorus]
Let’s keep it sweet now
Let’s make it hunnid that this problem and myself don’t really meet now
I just wanna lay a fuckin’ beat down
And get that crack hook on this hot shit
On my macbook 'til we all rich
Like that solve this, so it’s

[Chorus]
Aok
Aok
Yeah we gon' make this
Aok
Aok
Best believe it's
Aok
Aok
We gon' make this
Aok
Aok

[Verse]
Take out them hinges in my jaw that keep it Hollywood
The dancin’ and laughin, no dissin
Follow what I say with a just kiddin’
White tee disposition
Really I just wanna diss a million cheapos
I’m a sinkhole
Like I’m gonna open up and murk a bunch of people
Gain a head and lose the face, boy
I’m pissed about the shit you say, boy
I’m Russell comin’ down the lane
Twenty second two possession game
Cool kid, Cool kid, cool kid, cool kid
Y'all toothpicks to my toolkit
Won’t get schooled cause I’m too sick
Now they wanna kiss a brother ass as a way to get a taste of the new shit
(Breath)
I’m too high
It’s suicide when you hop off my dick
(But please do it)
Why you think
My feet stink?
It’s cause I’m on top of my shit
California blunt with the hits man
With a little bit of butane
And a little bit of chill
Run this bitch like I’m Usain
I pop the rock and rock the rap changed the game from a no name kid

[Pre-Chorus]
Let’s keep it sweet now
Let’s make it hunnid that this problem and myself don’t really meet now
I just wanna lay a fuckin’ beat down
And get that crack hook on this hot shit
On my macbook 'til we all rich
Like that solve this, so it’s

[Chorus]
Aok
Aok
Yeah we gon' make this
Aok
Aok
Best believe it's
Aok
Aok
We gon' make this
Aok
Aok
Blow me good so I can get some shit up off my mind
But my brain be actin' like a lavatory all the time (x4)

[Verse]
Pull up and bring me the business
I need to put up a front and a music vid with some bitches
Henny & cigarette vision
The right thing, it's partly a pride thing
It's partly a pipe dream, is it
God left the bible so I should just stick to my writing
Kept in for the jams
I'mma tear it up like that dead skin on my hands
Indian girl up in lower Manhattan
Say she got dreams about dating a rapper
Only the ones that be lookin like rappers
Draped in the shit they namin me after
It’s only natural for me to be next
Standin’ ovation if they try to give me a tech
Smilin’ for miles, Kenny the chef in the kitchen you know we be eatin’ the best
Don’t follow no recipe
So don’t follow my steps, your baby be leavin' you that’s a vasectomy
Got the game like you got the best of me (x2)

[Outro]
One day in hell
One day in hell is gonna change that
Feet up and look way back cause its
Aok, aok
Best believe it's
Aok, aok
One day in hell
One day in hell is gonna change that
Feet up and look way back cause its
Aok, aok
Yeah we gon' make this
Aok, aok