Yeah, Ok (feat. Ice Cold Chris)

Ok Yeah Ok Yeah Ok Imma pop ice cold in his fucking Head Yeah Ok Nigga Can't get over a damn on Bitch Yeah Ok Jasan will murk his fucking ass Yeah Ok Pick someone on your size see What the outcome will be Yeah Ok Imma pop ice cold in his fucking Head Yeah Ok Nigga Can't get over a damn on bitch Yeah Ok Jasan will murk his fucking ass Yeah Ok Pick someone on your size See what the outcome will be Bitch Two pistols pop out clapping Pussy nigga ain't bout that action Body bag at his mama house Carry his body in a Stretcher Roll him up Smoke him up And smoking on that exotic Pressure All these bitches coming around Cuz Ice cold making on this paper Gang Yeah Ok Ok Yeah Ok Yeah Ok Gang Ok Alright The life is mine These niggas talking shit We gonna hit em With this iron And knock his ass down We ain't playing no fucking games I told em Motherfuckers the f*ck I gotta say Get out my face All these bands in my pocket Nigga watch I get it Fucking on your bitch my nigga Yeah you know she really with it Now understand it nigga You know I'm the grim reaper I take your bitch down I didn't have to eat her Imma pop ice cold in his fucking Head Yeah Ok Nigga Can't get over a damn on bitch Yeah Ok Jasan will murk his fucking ass Yeah Ok Pick someone on your size See what the outcome will be Yeah Ok Imma pop ice cold in his fucking Head Yeah, Ok Nigga Can't get over a damn on Bitch Yeah Ok Jasan will murk his fucking ass Yeah Ok Pick someone on your size See what the outcome will be Bitch Two pistols pop out clapping Pussy nigga ain't bout that action Body bag at his mama house Carry his body in a Stretcher Roll him up Smoke him up And smoking on that exotic Pressure All these bitches coming around Cuz Ice cold making on this paper Gang Yeah Ok Ok Yeah Ok Yeah Ok Gang