Bitch I'm Okay (Fillmoelanta, Pt. 3. 2013)

Текст песни Kevin Gates and Gucci Mane, Figg Panamera - Bitch I'm Okay (Fillmoelanta, Pt. 3. 2013)

Raggedy runner, my motor clinging, my phone is ringing
Bad bitches don't notice you when your clothes ain't clinging
Your wrist ain't blinging, ask for they number, they catch amnesia (damn)
Bitch, I don't need you, went got some crack, found a block, I bleed it

Who thinkin' thievin'? This need don't make you a paraplegic
Just hit up Mojo, I'm goin' loco, that drink, I need it
Pull up at the 12, pause at 10, 7, 10 it
Pull up at the gas station, I need ice and drinks it

Nah, gangsta leaning, drop a three and a liter
My other bitch bangin' my line, I forgot to delete her
I'm from that Southside of Tiger, you cross, and I'm eatin'
I'm a lion in the street, look like food, I'ma eat ya

They ask me why I'm trappin', how my watch cost by the mansion
How I keep these hos choosin', all this money I be stackin'
I just tell them, "Bitch, I'm okay (say you what?), bitch, I'm okay"
I just tell them, "Bitch, I'm okay (ay), yeah, I'm okay"

I say I pull up in that Phantom with my hand clutchin' that hammer
I ain't worried 'bout shit, all my niggas go bananas
I just tell them, "Bitch, I'm okay (ay), bitch, I'm okay"
I tell them, "Bitch, I'm okay, yeah, I'm okay"

My flow game's gravy, nappy head be wavy
Old game like the '80s, Walter Payton, Tom Brady
No middlemens like Zimmerman, gettin' picked off like crazy
The F&N got extends, if we line them up, it's no maybe

I tie him up for my Annie, Ms. Martin can't pay me
The cafeteria gon' get it bunkin', half the country gon' want to lunch me
Affidavit, shoulda signed it, Supreme Court said it couldn't find it
So we kick it off like once again, like 92, man, startin' to rise

Rodney King with a mob scene, fallin' out with them sirens
No fallin' back, just ransack, bustin' in with them Benz' at
Turn them over, light them up, burn them down with no fire trucks
Then they know we ain't jokin', like Frisco to East Oakland

They ask me why I'm trappin', how my watch cost by the mansion
How I keep these hos choosin', all this money I be stackin'
I just tell them, "Bitch, I'm okay (say you what?), bitch, I'm okay"
I just tell them, "Bitch, I'm okay (ay), yeah, I'm okay"

I say I pull up in that Phantom with my hand clutchin' that hammer
I ain't worried 'bout shit, all my niggas go bananas
I just tell them, "Bitch, I'm okay (ay), bitch, I'm okay"
Yeah, I tell them, "Bitch, I'm okay, yeah, I'll be okay"