Ok Ok

[플로우식 "Ok Ok" 가사]

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay

[Chorus]
I'm on that shit
K7 coupe and I'm flooring that bitch, yuh, yuh
Seven feet tall on my racks
I give to church and I write off my tax, damn
I say period just to hit
Your bitch, she begging me just for a lick
Taste, the way I deliver grade A
Always on top of my game, okay, okay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay

[Verse 1]
Everybody fronting on me
What, you don't think I got ears on the streets?
These BMs acting like Gs
장마 season, I'm ready for the heat
Haters want beef, haters want beef
해운대 tanning, I'll catch you on the beach
Six feet deep, you will not see
My fist is a lullaby, put you to sleep
Too many 뱀s in my 잔디
These sméagols be kissing my 반지
You mad, mad, 'cause you not me
Bitch, you just a carbon copy
Ride for my dogs, 당연히 (Grr)
But you ain't a dog, you a 강아지 (Bitch)
날라리 쓰레빠 싸대기
Damn, man I'm surrounded by 빠가리s

[Chorus]
I'm on that shit
K7 coupe and I'm flooring that bitch, yuh, yuh
Seven feet tall on my racks
I give to church and I write off my tax, damn
I say period just to hit
Your bitch, she begging me just for a lick
Taste, the way I deliver grade A
Always on top of my game, okay, okay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay

[Verse 2]
Nice with the fish and I bait 'em
You meeting your maker if I don't catch you tonight
Then I'm catching you later, flame broil
I turn you to vapors, the kitchen is hot
Cooking this shit gon' get messy
You bring out the mops, top of the menu
My custies, I'm serving them ops
Got a vice-tight grip when I grab that stick and I'm stirring up the pots (Woo)
Be a man, let's get it, you and me
Holes in your Louis V, huh, huh, huh
Take two of these, tell your boy prepare your eulogy
Take it to the concrete, nah, shit ain't new to me
술자리s flippin', 대가리s hittin'
No, I ain't missing, yeah, I'm religious
But don't get it twisted, I ain't no licorice
Lowkey I'm vicious, put on my gloves and I'm handling business
Calliper, I slide, I grease 'em
Take you to the chop shop, tear you to pieces
Smack your grill and I'm leaving you speechless, uh, uh
Better work on your defense
I am the teacher
I don't need rest man, I don't need breathers, ayy, ayy
I don't need a visa
To go to your country and bring you that Aether

[Pre-Chorus]
Frr (Where you think you're goin', bro?)
Frr
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay

[Chorus]
I'm on that shit
K7 coupe and I'm flooring that bitch, yuh, yuh
Seven feet tall on my racks
I give to church and I write off my tax, damn
I say period just to hit
Your bitch, she begging me just for a lick
Taste, the way I deliver grade A
Always on top of my game, okay, okay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, okay