[Intro]
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We gon' be okay)

[Chorus]
I got some bitches that don't even know my name talkin' 'bout they wanna fuck
Hop out the car and I shoot out flames, bitch-ass n***a better see us duck
No way José, this is an ok beat, baby, we a-okay
Thirty-two for the three, OKC
I get to ballin', n***a, I be playin'
Hop out and buck out the van
.308 bullets, he wish that he ran
Fuck n***as, I can't stand
I don't fuck with no rappers, let alone the stans
Ballin', he been on the stands
I'm buckin' a Drac' with a nice-ass stance
Baby, just look at these pants
I done came up off a lil' ass hundred grams

[Bridge]
Flexed up, flexed up
Flexed up, flexed up
Flexed up, flexed up
Flexed up, flexed up
Flexed up, flexed up
Flexed up, flexed up
Flexed up, flexed up
Flexed up, flexed up
[Verse]
Flexed up, these bitches, they don't like
He with his bitch, nah
He better hope his vest on
Sport mode, super fast, vest mode, on his ass
Drank 'lone, be my cast
I swear Jace!, rich-ass douchebag
Huh, huh, huh
I fell in love with buttons
I fell in love with buttons
I fell in love with Ari
Smokin' on gas, not the gummy
I spent some bands on a cardigan
I told that bitch to revolve it in
I don't even know what big band (We gon' be okay)

[Chorus]
I got some bitches that don't even know my name talkin' 'bout they wanna fuck
Hop out the car and I shoot out flames, bitch-ass n***a, better see us duck
No way José, this is an ok beat, baby, we a-okay
Thirty-two for the three, oh, KC
I get to ballin', n***a, I be playin'
Hop out and buck out the van
.308 bullets, he wish that he ran
Fuck n***as, I can't stand
I don't fuck with no rappers, let alone the stans
Ballin', he been on the stands
I'm buckin' a Drac' with a nice-ass stance
Baby, just look at these pants
I done came up off a lil' ass hundred grams