Quise & Skinny P - OKAY! Lyrics

I smoke a quarter a day (Okay)
Facetime and go straight to the face (Okay)
Red eyes look like I got mace (Okay)
Out of order put bitches in place
OCD with this money I'm straight
You see me yeah you probably see great
Address me as lord or your grace
Skinny nigga bout bout
Trust me I don't see nobody
Knock her down another body
Start it up the engine growling
I paid my dues I have no balance
Fuck her disappear it's magic
Coming to me I'm the magnet
If I want it I attract it
If I want her I'll bag her
Out of here I'm next to NASA
Preaching to them I'm the pastor
P, I blow by the O
Trust me you don't want the smoke
Trust me this shit not for show
I'll hit it like a note
You can get it like a joke
If I was with her in her throat
I'm wavy baby rock a boat
It's fuck you pay me, send the quotes
They sleeping on me but I'm woke
And they still watching like a show
But I do not fuck wit nobody
Is she gone fuck with us probably
They call me Lord cause I'm godly
You should be sore, all that flexing
I'm in the back like a extra
Mind drive itself like a tesla
We treat the stu like its Mecca
But we do not pray for the fame
I smoke a quarter a day (Okay)
Facetime and go straight to the face (Okay)
Red eyes look like I got mace (Okay)
Out of order put bitches in place
OCD with this money I'm straight
You see me yeah you probably see great
Address me as lord or your grace
We not humble these racks in your face
Oochie wally she fuck on me probably
In the winter we fly out to Cali
Finally finding my balance
With somebody daughter, she calling me daddy
She way too dramatic
Just caught a play it come in automatic
Money in shoebox, shoebox under mattress
Lay in the cut while I'm dodging the static
I preach what I practice
Ain't nothing in life that is new
Except for the money that's blue
Get pop just like the smoke
Baby come fuck with the woo
Give praise to the man upstairs
I wouldn't be me without you
Never talk down on the next man
Cause one day it can be you
Hang out the window they know it's me
Walk in the bank the teller escorting me
Currently counting some currency
I hit that pussy with urgency
My niggas lifers, we gang for eternity
I was dealing with shit eternally
Now I'm turnt up there ain't no turning me down
Been had the sauce now look we in style
She roll up the weed
Now she blowing me down
My circle small ain't no slowing me down
We link out of town, the realest around
My girl like a anchor
She holding me down, in the realest of ways
Heard you got dropped
Say you turning the page
My mind outer space I been dinking all day
Only the family shit fuck all the fame
Can never be fake I know what I ain't
I smoke a quarter a day (Okay)
Facetime and go straight to the face (Okay)
Red eyes look like I got mace (Okay)
Outta order put bitches in place
OCD with this money I'm straight
You see me yeah you probably see great
Address me as lord or your grace
We not humble these racks in your face

I smoke a quarter a day (Okay)
Facetime and go straight to the face (Okay)
Red eyes look like I got mace (Okay)
Out of order put bitches in place
OCD with this money I'm straight
You see me yeah you probably see great
Address me as lord or your grace
Skinny nigga bout bout
Trust me I don't see nobody
Knock her down another body
Start it up the engine growling
I paid my dues I have no balance
Fuck her disappear it's magic
Coming to me I'm the magnet
If I want it I attract it
If I want her I'll bag her
Out of here I'm next to NASA
Preaching to them I'm the pastor
P, I blow by the O
Trust me you don't want the smoke
Trust me this shit not for show
I'll hit it like a note
You can get it like a joke
If I was with her in her throat
I'm wavy baby rock a boat
It's fuck you pay me, send the quotes
They sleeping on me but I'm woke
And they still watching like a show
But I do not fuck wit nobody
Is she gone fuck with us probably
They call me Lord cause I'm godly
You should be sore, all that flexing
I'm in the back like a extra
Mind drive itself like a tesla
We treat the stu like its Mecca
But we do not pray for the fame
I smoke a quarter a day (Okay)
Facetime and go straight to the face (Okay)
Red eyes look like I got mace (Okay)
Out of order put bitches in place
OCD with this money I'm straight
You see me yeah you probably see great
Address me as lord or your grace
We not humble these racks in your face
Oochie wally she fuck on me probably
In the winter we fly out to Cali
Finally finding my balance
With somebody daughter, she calling me daddy
She way too dramatic
Just caught a play it come in automatic
Money in shoebox, shoebox under mattress
Lay in the cut while I'm dodging the static
I preach what I practice
Ain't nothing in life that is new
Except for the money that's blue
Get pop just like the smoke
Baby come fuck with the woo
Give praise to the man upstairs
I wouldn't be me without you
Never talk down on the next man
Cause one day it can be you
Hang out the window they know it's me
Walk in the bank the teller escorting me
Currently counting some currency
I hit that pussy with urgency
My niggas lifers, we gang for eternity
I was dealing with shit eternally
Now I'm turnt up there ain't no turning me down
Been had the sauce now look we in style
She roll up the weed
Now she blowing me down
My circle small ain't no slowing me down
We link out of town, the realest around
My girl like a anchor
She holding me down, in the realest of ways
Heard you got dropped
Say you turning the page
My mind outer space I been dinking all day
Only the family shit fuck all the fame
Can never be fake I know what I ain't
I smoke a quarter a day (Okay)
Facetime and go straight to the face (Okay)
Red eyes look like I got mace (Okay)
Outta order put bitches in place
OCD with this money I'm straight
You see me yeah you probably see great
Address me as lord or your grace
We not humble these racks in your face