okaywickk! - different Lyrics

If I get it off my chest, Id feel better
Never met that girl, Id feel better
Rock my Chrome, by my chrome go heavy metal
I get shit hot, but I ain't the devil
Do this shit on my own like I'm going rebel
When I'm on the phone, make her pussy wetter
These niggas get stepped on like a pedal
Built this shit on my own, I don't want no medal

These niggas be corn, just like kettle
I'm sorry my love been feeling different
Onna money run, so i'm getting distant
I been balling out, just like a piston
I don't like people, so i go missing
Told all the young niggas to stop dissing
Imma be rich, before fifty
Like Rob Dillingham, feeling shifty
When i'm gone, yeah, i know you miss me

I left my old hoe, yeah i'm doing way better
I don't want any hoes, i been waiting to settle
These niggas be talkin, so i let em'
Said im in her business, oh shit! my bad
I'm leaving that hoe, Yeah i'm running to fast
Ive been feeling to good, so i pulled out the jag
Im holding that clip, so i extend the mag
Want the funds, ain't getting no bag
That hoe she want me to bad

Now i'm living rich, used to be a rag
Yeah im about my cheese, but i ain't no rat
In that box, known for catching hats
Can't love that hoe, i ain't getting attached
Tryna f*ck with me, this is a mix match
You stealing swag, give my fit back
Roll the opps up, in this opp pack
Roll the three five, Yeah i get blowed back
Yeah, Im tryna get lifted, Im tryna get high
I'm tryna go touch me the sky

Imma touch some M's, Yeah before i die
I'll tell the true, i don't gotta lie
She dropping hearts, Oh that ain't my bitch
Locked with SDU, yeah we been the shit
Yeah that nigga play, Yeah i keep a stick
Put that Don on her head, yeah your hoe a freak
Yeah i'm downtown, know the hoes peep
Yeah i stalk a opp, just like a creep
Yeah i Shoot them bullets, he gon beat them feet
Want me on that song, get taxed for that fee

F*cking that hoe and i made her pee, Huh
This hoe she tryna get geeked,
Huh
So i gave her some E
But i made that bitch go pee
Driving to fast, Yeah the whip on E
I ain't worried bout niggas, They ain't seeing me

If you see me somewhere then it wasn't me
All these niggas Yeah, They some wannabe's
Brand new ARP, got 223
I was f*cking this hoe, in 3D
Yeah i caught 3 bodies, A 3 piece
Like thanksgiving, Yeah she bouta feast
Like joe, yeah that lil bitch sloppy
The other hoe, Yeah she came to top me
And the third walked in i caught me a body
Huh

But i be popping the molly
Don't gotta get geeked to pop me a molly
I'm sorry if i'm tripping, i'm feeling real rowdy
Said you love me, but you never will
I was broke, but i always had a meal
Do it on my own before i get a deal
Push up on that boy, like the navy seal
Youn want me, Ok bitch leave
Before you bitch, it was just me