That's OK

Pray for me if that's the case someone go get pastor mase

They say he wild for a nigga with no burner, yay

Man he pretty down for someone we never heard of, yay

Then along came joyner his subordinates dont get heard in, yay

I usually don't get turned up yeah

But this is whademwo

Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago

London to Morroco

Niggas claim they rich but I'm the brokest nigga I know

I just play the Lotto

Gangstas wanna ride dough with they guns

Out tryna plot like

Blat, blat, blat, blat

Fuck you problems bitch

I'm plottin like a psycho

Bitches call me boppo

I like all my pussy with some good head on the side dough

Mercy, mercy on me

With no mercy 'n laggo

Bitches blow me like a trombone

I got shawties on the side dough that's ok (That's ok)

I get hoes and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)

Bitch I'm broke and that's ok

(That's ok, that's ok)

(That shit, that shit, that's ok)

(That's ok, that's ok)

(That shit, that shit)

Niggas feel me coz my team is so colossal

London to Morroco

Soon as I get rich I'm off to mexico for tacos

She just wants some combo but I ain't got no time dough

I just wanna grab that gun

And blat, blat, blat, blat

Blow my mind out

Bitch can trip and that's ok

She ain't shit and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)

Oh bitch I'm different that's ok

(That's ok, that's ok)

(That shit, that shit, that's ok)

(That's ok, that's ok)

(That shit, that shit)

They say he pretty fly for a nigga that stay single, ya

All my bitches whack now I'm back on kush to mingle, ya

Puffin on them cancer sticks I know it turn you off n shit

But all I do is stress and shit and I can't get the devil offa me

(O-offa me)

Stomping out the haters with no Tims on

All my insta crushes wanna keep me in the friend zone

Now it's back to hustlin got no cable or no water

So I'm selling all the cars I stole I might just sell some bars I wrote

I'm from outer space different species of reptilian

Supercallaniggaristicesexpeallalien

Flying through the atmosphere, cruising on you that's ok

Pour some liquor back and pray for all the soldiers passed away

They say he made it for a nigga that ain't stopping, ye

Made it out the hood ended right back in the projects, ye

Wish a nigga would try to get me then I'm plotting

Yeah my chain says it's dead silence, yeah

With flawless stones and diamonds yeah

Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago

London to Morroco

Niggas claim they rich but I'm the brokest nigga I know

I just play the Lotto

Gangstas wanna ride dough with they guns

Out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat

Fuck you problems bitch

I'm plottin like a psycho

Bitches call me boppo

I like all my pussy with some good head on the side dough

Mercy, mercy on me

With no mercy 'n laggo

Bitches blow me like a trombone

I got shawties on the side dough that's ok (That's ok)

I get hoes and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)

Bitch I'm broke and that's ok

(That's ok, that's ok)

(That shit, that shit, that's ok)

(That's ok, that's ok)

(That shit, that shit)

Niggas feel me coz my team is so colossal

London to Morroco

Soon as I get rich I'm off to mexico for tacos

She just wants some combo

But I ain't got no time dough

I just wanna grab that gun and

Blat, blat, blat, blat

Blow my mind out

Bitch can trip and that's ok

She ain't shit and that's ok (That's ok, that's ok)

Oh bitch I'm different that's ok

(That's ok, that's ok)

(That shit, that shit, that's ok)

(That's ok, that's ok)

(That shit, that shit)