OKRA Lyrics by Tyler, The Creator
[Intro]
And let it go, “Ayo”
I cut off some friends, where they go
“Did this s–t in one take, ayo”
I stick to the plan, that’s the goal “ayy we got that 5 s–t n—a”
F–k these n—-s man
[Verse 1]
Check my bankroll, ayo 400K for vehicle
Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django
Interior look mango, shotgun grape, he look like mayo
Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp
We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo, keep them bucks in banks like Yayo
Swampy n—-s out the bayou, pockets flooded y’all be dilute
Watered down, I’m Big Mac, I’m quarter pound, you chicken nugget
F–k it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage
Financial advisor bugging, Flower Boy is buzzing
Grammy-nominated, tell yo cousin ain’t nobody f—–g with him
[Hook/Chorus]
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends, where they go
I stick to the plan, that’s the goal
F–k these n—-s man, that’s for sure
[Verse 2]
Uno the shoe, red with the blue, look like a flag what the f–k it do
Golf be the set, no more OF, like Ron Artest b—h we aim for your neck
Give a f–k about you or your respect, yeah that way
F–k your accolades but I made the cut like I pack a blade
You could call me brush, I’ve been making waves
Since Ashley Banks’ cousin had a fade but that’s ’92, I’m ’91
Watts Riot in my blood, n—a what’s up, and that p—y pink like the drink in my cup
Lemonade, yeah it’s Minute Maid, I been getting paid pockets gaining weight
Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but that’s up to you
[Hook/Chorus]
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends, where they go
I stick to the plan, that’s the goal
F–k these “ayo” n—-s man, that’s for sure
[Verse 3]
Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me
Skin glowing, clear of acne, diamonds see-through, so holographic
Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey, spent dinero like Taxi Driver
Handmade is that thing with tires but I rode my bike
And Vill tail behind me and he got the canon like he bagged Mariah
Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation he will go grab the iron
And he do what I says like Simon, and my b—h mixed like jambalaya
Man f–k with the fam, we in Japan
B—h you’re a bum, see you don’t understand
Yeah, I cut off some friends T, where you been?
B—h I’m in Bel-Air, been looking for land
Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool
Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand
Got enough rocks, see check my hand
And I got crack, watch how I talk
And it’s still Wolf Gang, b—h watch how I bark
Wallace still tripping on s–t that I bought
But, I really do not care the cost ’cause okra
[Outro]
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends
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