OkWick - BOUNTY

★ Intro ★
(I'm built like that nigga)
(Fuck a pistol)
(Fuck a pistol)
(What yo hands like?)
(What yo hands like?)

★ Hook ★
Yea, rockout everyday, I got my kicks on, uh huh
Yea, rockout (yea, rockout)
Bro gonna slide with the what?
Yea, with that strap out (fa, fa)
Bro gonna slide like a plug
Right from the traphouse
Keep the chrome on me (keep the chrome on me)
Chrome, ay, yea

★ Verse: okWick & Clemmm ★
Get bread everyday
Get bread, yea, uh, get paid
Yea, smoke that boy like a vape
Uh, smoke that boy like a New Port
What she actin' so wild for?
Need me an upper but caffienе is not finna cut it
She wanna date but that's not in my budget
Keep mе a stick like I'm drummin', yea
I'm finna ball like Drummond, yea
That bitch a devil, summon, yea
I'm finna call her a Uber, yea
She like the way I maneuver, yea
On blast like an Uzi, yea, huh
Yea, rockout (yea, rockout)
Bro keep on talkin' the trash, I pull the chop out
She colder than killer frost, had to send that bitch to hell one time
That shit get me off, I ain't tryna take my time
Bounty on my head, it's purple at night
I want 3, or 4, or 5
I did that boy like Fetty Wap
Leave a hole up in his eye
Pour up, don't do lines
P-pour up, oh why
Yea, make me pull my fye
Yea, boy this shit get wild
Oh, yea, you tryna die?
You tryna step on my guys?, oh
Shit like commiting a crime (what)

★ Hook ★
Yea, rockout everyday, I got my kicks on, uh huh
Yea, rockout (yea, rockout)
Bro gonna slide with the what?
Yea, with that strap out (fa, fa)
Bro gonna slide like a plug
Right from the traphouse
Keep the chrome on me (keep the chrome on me)
Chrome, ay, yea

★ Verse 2: okWick & Clemmm ★
New lines
New fye
Get hit
Oh why?
Big chain
No brains
Get hit
New stains
New guap
New pay
New shit but I'm stayin' the same
Yea, I done got out the game (what, what)
But I ain't finna change
They tryna pick my brain, okay, okay
Get the fuck up out my face
I'm spillin' bottles on the floor
I can't find my fuckin' place
Take one more, okay, okay
Told 'em not to play with me
I been feelin' fucking great
Yea, I'm used to gettin' paid
We count it up to the motherfuckin' ceiling
They feelin' me but I don't really feel 'em
She eat it up, spit it out
Got it all fucked up
Zero to eighty, in the whip
And it's just one touch
But honestly I pray to god they don't fuck with us

★ Outro ★
Rockout everyday, I got my kicks on, uh huh
Yea, rockout (yea, rockout)
(The what?)
Strap out (fa, fa)
Bro gonna slide like a plug
(In the traphouse)
Chrome on me (keep the chrome on me)
(Chrome, ay, yea)