OK Cool Quin NFN

[Intro]
(Run that back, Khi)
Hold on
It's October 10th, my niggas get out tomorrow, nigga (Baow, baow, baow)
Ain't no more, "Free Dub," ain't no more, "Free Lil Ed," nigga (Free DQ, hold on, hold on, hold on)
Ayy, ayy, gang, ayy
Ayy, ayy, baow, baow, baow (Baow, baow)
Hold on, gang, ayy, gang, hold on, hold on, ayy (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)

[Chorus]
Okay, cool, we finna get him, gang (Come here)
He flexin' too hard, we gon' flip him (Grrah)
Nigga throwin' C's and thinkin' he crippin' (Crippin')
Pull out the Glock with a dot like a nipple (Baow, baow)
Try to come rob, he get shot, it's that simple (Huh?)
Whole lot of facts in my songs when you hear 'em (I'm on it)
They don't want no smoke, they just want me to fear 'em (Bitch-ass)

[Verse 1]
Slide the door back on that minivan
Push a button and we spin like a ceiling fan (We spin around)
You ain't tryna get active, quit bitching then (We hit 'em down)
Michael Jackson this ratchet, the semi dance (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
We hit his trap with a tool or piece, like, "Fah, fah, fah, fah," that gang shit (Gang shit)
I bring the bag in like I'm Saint Nick (I'm on it)
We gon' get on his ass, make him change cliques (Gang, gang, gang, come on)
He don't think with his head, get his brain split
On the road, no caboose on some train shit (We on it)
Lot of ice on my wrist like I sprained it
Treat the beef like a car, we just crank shit (Crank shit)
All that internet beefin' and lame shit
That's the quickest way we do the foolery
She gon' fuck 'cause I'm fly with my jewelry (I'm on it)
Beat his ass, now them hoes talking suing me (Gang, hold on, hold on, hold on, gang)