Okay. Lyrics

Intro

Hey what's up Adam. It's Lando. I'm just calling cuz I wanna know, where the f*ck the albums at. I've been listening to Document, too damn much. And I just wanna know, when you'll f*cking have some new shit. Alright text me

Hook

Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Yea okay, yea okay

Came through, showin love
Hit the stage, taking dubs
From the jump, yea hopefully
Overseas, deuces up

Verse 1

News flash I'm still the shit, name a nigga who real as this
The realist out I reel em in, they ain't know it I fill em in
And they feeling it got they hands high as the ceiling is
Look my empire I'm building it, set it on fire I'm killing it
Tell em RIP
Where you gonna find another nigga like me?
All these niggas fraud got fake ID's
That's why I be insured like AIG in the VIP with a PYT
See what I mean? Like yall niggas deaf
Kill one beat then it's on to the next
Shoot one 3 called foul from the ref
But my team goes hard in the paint man and yall on the bench
But f*ck yall, you can't sit with us
Not a Mean Girl or a bad bitch she just mischievous
Winning on tracks need a Piston Cup
So don't get it twisted don't mix it up
If they talking greats then they mention us
But that talk is cheap so I don't trip too much
Clique so deep they gotta walk around us
Haters know it man they talk about us
Man its like I been chosen stay in the game never folding
Man I'm so focused
Finally found myself something that I could go put my whole heart and my soul in
It ain't nothing but showbiz
Now my career getting chauffeured
Got me feeling so golden
To live in that city of roses

Hook

Yea
Okay, okay
Hold it down and they know wassup
They say "okay" when I'm in the cut
And they see me shine when I'm rolling up
Came through, showin love Hit the stage, taking dubs
From the jump, yea hopefully
Overseas, deuces up

Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Yea, okay, yea okay

Came through, showin love
Hit the stage, taking dubs
From the jump, yea hopefully
Overseas, deuces up

Verse 2

Yeaaa I'm back like a nigga never left
Running on this beat never running outta breath
Stay on campaign like I'm running for the Pres
Yea you running with boys I be running with the best
Yes you know I come from that West and I wear it all on my vest
Ain't too many real niggas left so you know I keep em in check
Yea
Getting paper that's my intention
So the pitch is perfect no Anna Kendrick
Man lets be honest, everybody else just a step behind us
Damn indie why you flexin on em?
I don't know man I'm just doing me, can't tell us nothing
I'm bulletproof, I'm so hands on and y'all hands off so you can't touch us
That's low labor need more paper got no patience for the low maintenance
Doing no favors, we top dog and got no neighbors so I'm so thankful
Need the whole thang if that's cool with with em, ex girls still cool with em
f*ck boys I don't fool with em even though I went to high school with em nigga
Feelin like a champ looking like a king, who in they right mind would challenge the kid?
Album be dropping so soon I just tell em go put Indie Thot on yo calendars kids
We bout it for real, cases like Allie McBeal, putting some grease on the wheel
Without having a deal, tell me though me how does it feel?

Hook

Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Yea okay, yea okay

Came through, showin love
Hit the stage, taking dubs
From the jump, yea hopefully
Overseas, deuces up

Outro

[Indie Thot]
Say it one more time

[Bentley James]
OKAY!

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