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okay - swavay lyrics

[intro: 21 savage & offset]
zone 6 n*gga, pyrex whippa (pyrex)

[verse 1]
n*ggas been doubtin’ me ever since a n*gga started
i hop in the booth, and i’m goin’ r*t*rded
i bring out the fire, and i’m hittin’ the target
back in the day, if i wanted to eat
then a n*gga was stealin’ his food from the target
now i go shoppin’ with pyrex at lenox
we empty the bag when we hit neiman marcus
b*tch, i’m a muhf*ckin’ smart guy
you n*ggas look at your son like marcus
i don’t care who’s on the xxl freshman list
n*gga, i’m goin’ the hardest
i’m a real atlanta n*gga
you know you can catch me at the muhf*ckin’ ‘partments
i stash the money right under the carpet
hoodrat n*gga, wife beater my garment (yeah)
everything a n*gga say in his raps
on my mama, that sh*t just be true
i was wearin’ carhartt even back then
i remember n*ggas was wearin’ all trues
i done spent too much time ’round pyrex
just bought the one [?], keep talkin’ ’bout two
and i’ll never cross my n*gga
on god, you don’t know what we’ve been through
i done seen shootouts, yeah, yeah
i’m talkin’ ’bout broke, yeah, yeah
i’m talkin’ ’bout too much pain in my life
you should think i cry every time i spoke
i just channeled all this bullsh*t in my life, put it in my notes
now i got 300, 400, 500 b*tches
and they all want it down they throat (yeah)

[chorus]
and i’m like, “okay, cool (yeah, yeah), okay, bet (okay, bet)”
(crazy man)
okay, cool (okay, cool), okay, bet, (okay, okay)
okay, cool (okay, cool), okay, bet (okay, bet)
okay, cool (okay, cool), okay, bet (okay, bet)
okay, cool (crazy man), okay, bet (crazy man)
okay, cool (okay, cool), okay, bet (okay, bet)
okay, cool (okay, cool), okay, bet (okay, bet, bet)
okay, cool (crazy man), okay, bet (okay, bet, bet)
okay, cool (okay, bet), okay, bet (okay, bet)

[verse 2]
yeah, uh, swavay do his dance, huh?
they know if swavay get up first
he reachin’ right back for his mans, huh?
don’t gotta cap, know you a fan, huh?
even when i take a l, we just adjust
it’s part of the plan, huh? (yeah)
and i’m only ridin’ for my dawgs, when i’m up
who be ridin’ with me every day
in atlanta, if you touch almetha’s son, on me, you gon’ die today
all of my n*ggas gon’ need that deal, i want them thinkin’ we just robbed the bank
i don’t need no more lil’ pistols, i need a no limit gold tank
all of my b*tches be too d*mn pretty and havin’ an attitude, and it stink
if i did it on my own, tell me, who the f*ck i’m gon’ thank?
and i’m pullin’ up on n*ggas with that brick, no, i ain’t craig
i just heard from a lil’ birdie, some lame*ass n*ggas, they want me dead

[chorus]
and i’m like, “okay (yeah, yeah), okay, bet (okay, bet)”
(crazy man)
okay, cool (okay, cool), okay, bet, (okay, okay)
okay, cool (okay, cool), okay, bet (okay, bet)
okay, cool (okay, cool), okay, bet (okay, bet)
okay, cool (crazy man), okay, bet (crazy man)
okay, cool (okay, cool), okay, bet (okay, bet)
okay, cool (okay, cool), okay, bet (okay, bet, bet)
okay, cool (crazy man), okay, bet (okay, bet, bet)
okay, cool (okay, bet), okay, bet (okay, bet)

- swavay lyrics

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