(Ok is the hardest I swear to God) (We gon' be ok) Niggas'll get you gone, it ain't nothin', I call them vamps I ain't stupid, I can't fall for no damn tramp I ain't goin', I ain't goin' for nun them traps Extort that nigga, when I seem 'em his ass get slapped Extort the band, I ain't goin', this ain't that That ho' gotta go, wanna fuck my bruddas? That shit wack Sumo gone, I know one side of me trapped Lil bro wan' kill me and I can't lack and that's no cap, yah He a dub and I can tell by the way he stack I won't run from none that gun smoke, that's all fact How the hell ya listenin' to DGTO all day, yo ass get jacked Meet the plug, gotta reup, double cross 'em, he get whacked My bitch, ghetto hell, man she say she like my gat I could neva love a slut, Li' Glokk neva love a nat 'N that nigga goin' up so I gotta watch my back I'm with Lil velly ridin' round, he got a 50 in his strap It get wicked when I'm mad, 'n I hold grudge these niggas don't get no dap I wack niggas with my gang, we hide 'em in the shack When I slide, I ain't kill 'em? I had to double back I won't pick 'n choose, we kill that nigga, won't do no tit for tat Slide for slide, pop out with them 9's Yeah we pop out, 9's 'n Sticks, nigga I'm real 7-6 We can hit sum bigger shit, but this a mediocre lick Man that bih' for the Gang, I can neva luh no trick I'm on South Hairston I'm tryna catch a opp, tryna get his ass blended Issa hot block, g ride, I told my bitch it's rented If I was you, I wouldn't diss me We with every fuckin' killer, when I'm ridin' in my city, ain't no hidin' in my city (We gon' be ok) Niggas be lying talkin' bout they be makin' noise inna bity Lil boy bet' go do yo chores, we ain't stunned, that shit is silly I can neva trust a bitch, that shit so iffy I ain't playin' with these niggas, I send the blick Lil Glokk just whistle Niggas droppin' all they dime, I catch his ass with this 4 nickel This baby life shit we cap them boys, and make belittle Cap them boys 'n they get little, cap them boys soon, we get rid of 'em Wockhardt bitch, the Glock artillery, I ain't never think they feelin' me I ain't trippin, man we smoked they ass with gas masks Man he wan' be GF, n' he snitch, that's his ass man Even the crips call up Spaz to go n' spazz man GSP get behind me, I do the dash man Why these niggas treat Lil Glokk like the bad man? These niggas they be telling on they gang 'n that shit sad man They sum sweat that why we do 'em, they need headbands They say fuck me then it's screw 'em, I'on need friends (We gon' be ok)