Ok - G Herbo

Drinkin' Remy out the bottle

I’ve been in the trenches

It ain’t no excuse, you don’t tote a pistol, I do

Maybe that’s what separate me and you

I know you don’t live how I do

«Herbo, how you get them beats for the free?»

You don’t fuck with Sizzle, I do

Gang said, «Lil' bro, I got you

We official, I get money with you»

And he told me watch out for the fake friends

You know that’s what that money gets you

Stay focused although niggas hatin'

When they throw shots, let it miss you

Unless them shots for real (Shots for real)

Of course, somebody gettin' killed (Somebody gettin' killed)

In the Porsche gettin' top, ass up in the passenger

Yeah, and this top from Brazil

I’m like fuck it, start droppin' the top in the whip

They done noticed I’m not in the field

I was somewhere in Bali for real

Slowin' down when I drive by the hill

Like damn, I’m blessed for real

We gon' pop out them Audis and drill

Used to be stressed, for real

Pour up a six to come down off the pills

Knew Kobe since I was lil'

Fazo was my big homie for real

Vito stayed next door to me

Lil' Rock used to have me drunk as hell

Me and Cap was plottin' on signin' deals

All my niggas that got killed

Damn, it’s gon' be okay, that’s what everybody say

It’s gon' be okay, that’s what everybody say

If it’s gon' be okay, then come tell me what’s wrong with me

Said grandma gon' be okay, she ain’t come home with me

It’s gon' be okay, that’s what everybody say

It’s gon' be okay, yeah, that’s what everybody say

Get the fuck out my face, but it’s gon' be okay

Get the fuck away from me, you don’t know me no way

I ain’t friendly to you pussies, you don’t know me no way (Fuck nigga)

Ain’t no killer 'til you push me, and I’ll point it right your way

I’ll land at St. Tropez and then get dippin' like dolce

You know me, I stay lowkey, but I just might end up in a four-way

Fuck a ho all night 'til the next day

See her out with my bitch and she get no play (Swervo)

Yeah, I just found my stash (Stash), with a bunch of swag (Swag)

That’s one thing I had, 'fore I got that bag

Foreign cars, Bentley trucks, or I hop out that Jag

Sports cars, I can’t drive too late, I might crash

High off the Perc', safety first

Seat belt on, can’t fly out the vert

Swervo, it’s gon' be okay, that’s what everybody say

It’s gon' be okay, that’s what everybody say

If it’s gon' be okay, then come tell me what’s wrong with me

Said grandma gon' be okay, she ain’t come home with me

It’s gon' be okay, that’s what everybody say

It’s gon' be okay, yeah, that’s what everybody say

Get the fuck out my face (Nigga), but it’s gon' be okay

Get the fuck away from me (Bitch), you don’t know me no way