OKOK Video (MV)

Okay, Okay, uh
Okay, Okay, uh
Okay, Okay, uh

Okay, Okay, I'm 'bout to kill it
Okay, Okay, I am the illest
Okay, Okay, cook it up just like the skillet
All these niggas, they all in they feelings
You already know that I'm one in a million
And I cannot stop 'til I'm making a killing
Head to the top, Imma crash through the ceiling
And I'm chilling in this bitch like a motherf*ckin' villain
Okay
I want the guap, I want the bands, bands, bands, huh
Bad bitch on my bop, she know I'm the man, man, man
Okay, Okay
Head to the top
No, no, no, no, no, I cannot stop
I know some niggas who wait when I drop 'cause they know my music is 'gon be that flock
Okay, Okay

Told them boys turn me up, just like a hearing aid
Niggas they love to hate, why they be throwing shade
I got the sauce, I got the sauce, Imma just marinate
Feel like I'm Peter Parker, in love with that Mary Jane
She want a wedding ring, I want a diamond chain
This shit so insane
Can't be f*cked 'wit like Wu-Tang
She wanna kick shit like Liu Kang
Going batshit like I'm Bruce Wayne
But I made the bitch scream like Lois Lane, uh
Okay
Only 16, I'm a young prodigy
Opportunities, they just be callin' me
Crazy in the head like I need a lobotomy
Up in your ears like some motherf*ckin' cartilage, yeah
They can't predict my next moves, think that I'm an anomaly, huh

Okay, Okay, I'm 'bout to kill it
Okay, Okay, I am the illest
Okay, Okay, cook it up just like the skillet
All these niggas, they all in they feelings
You already know that I'm one in a million
And I cannot stop 'til I'm making a killing
Head to the top, Imma crash through the ceiling
And I'm chilling in this bitch like a motherf*ckin' villain
Okay
I want the guap, I want the bands, bands, bands, huh
Bad bitch on my bop, she know I'm the man, man, man
Okay, Okay
Head to the top
No, no, no, no, no, I cannot stop
I know some niggas who wait when I drop 'cause they know my music is 'gon be that flock
Okay, Okay

Okay
Okay
Okay, Okay
Couldn't give less of a f*ck, huh
You know I'm running it up, huh
I need a money influx, huh
I only play for the bucks, huh
But I ain't from Milwaukee, uh
Beat the pussy up like Rocky, uh

Okay, Okay, I'm 'bout to kill it
Okay, Okay, I am the illest
Okay, Okay, cook it up just like the skillet
All these niggas, they all in they feelings
You already know that I'm one in a million
And I cannot stop 'til I'm making a killing
Head to the top, Imma crash through the ceiling
And I'm chilling in this bitch like a motherf*ckin' villain
Okay
I want the guap, I want the bands, bands, bands, huh
Bad bitch on my bop, she know I'm the man, man, man
Okay, Okay
Head to the top
No, no, no, no, no, I cannot stop
I know some niggas who wait when I drop 'cause they know my music is 'gon be that flock
Okay, Okay