OKEY (part. Lil Pump y Nesty "La Mente Maestra")
Uh
Lil Pump, LIT killah
Wanna make this? Let's go
Todas las cadenas que tengo son de oro, no son de aluminio
De titular dibujando en la cancha como Ronaldinho, ma
Chanel el perfume, Moschino de línea (yah)
Estoy por el grito esto es un homicidio (yah), de rojo los tiño (yah)
Lo sabe, lo sabe, lo sabe, ma
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (L-I-T)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Yeah-eh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (oh-oh-oh)
Todo okey
Ya hicimos palo', canto en estadio', cuento las paca', todo okey
Salgo de casa con el Skyline, ¿ustede' dónde están? No sé
Prendas de Italia, ropa de Zara, lo que te pones, ya lo usé
Lo que te pones, ya lo usé, todo lo que usas, ya lo usé
Tamo okey, cuero rojo en la Mercedes AMG
Si dicen que estoy camuflado es por el conjunto beige
Prendas de Italia, ropa de Zara, lo que te pones ya lo usé
Lo que te pones ya lo usé, todo lo que usas ya lo usé (uh, eskeetit)
Viajo por tantas ciudades que parezco un nómada
Pasan los año', sigo siendo novedad (yeah)
Bajé del espacio, andrómeda (ah)
Mis barras tan caras que parece que están recién sacadas de la bóveda (okey)
Me apuntan, no me dan
Elijo la cara de la moneda, yeah (wow, wow, wow)
Mis ojos ven Alexander McQueen
Gorra New Era y Amiri los jeans (yeah)
Un flow pesado, ya me siento fitness (wow, wow, wow)
Le caigo de una cuando manda el pin
Tengo gente que responde por mí
¿Quién va a tener algo para decir?
Son buenos, pero no de mi categoría (categoría)
No copian mi voz ni usando la IA (usando la IA)
Si no estamos iguales, eso no es culpa mía (yeah, yeah)
Preguntan que cómo estamo' (ah-ah-ah)
Todo okey
Ya hicimos palo', canto en estadio', cuento las paca', todo okey
Salgo de casa con el Skyline, ¿ustede' dónde están? No sé
Prendas de Italia, ropa de Zara, lo que te pones, ya lo usé
Lo que te pones, ya lo usé, todo lo que usas, ya lo usé
Tamo okey, cuero rojo en la Mercedes AMG
Si dicen que estoy camuflado es por el conjunto Beige
Prendas de Italia, ropa de Zara, lo que te pones ya lo usé
Lo que te pones ya lo usé, todo lo que usas ya lo usé (uh)
Chrome Heart jeans, I don't wear Amiri (ooh)
Gucci gang and that's okay (ayy, ayy)
Louis bag, Rick Owen (uh), Balenci and that's okay (brr)
Everybody wanna be like me
Okay, but I could've fucked Kim K
Yeah, I go crazy like Ye, ayy
Hop out the Wraith with the Drac, ayy (brr)
I ain't Gucci gang no more, Louis down and I'm Chrome Heart gang (uh)
Rip My nigga X (juice), popped like three Percocets, uh
Yeah, I'll still win the gist, got a switch that'll blow off your dick
Gucci, Prada (hey), yeah, I still fuck with your daughter (hey)
Smoke like a rasta
I'm in Mykonos feedin' on pasta
30, it's right on my hip
And I pull this bitch out and I shoot at your mama (brr)
Bitch, is you dumb, nigga? (Dumb)
I'm from the slums, nigga (huh)
You just a broke nigga (yeah)
You cannot hang with us, uh (ayy, ayy)
Givenchy from head to toe
Hundred K on my chain, yeah, let's go (let's go)
You gotta pay me like fifty K Percocets just to book me for a show, hey
(Ooh, Lil Pump, esskeetit)
Todo okey
Ya hicimos palo', canto en estadio', cuento las paca', todo okey
Salgo de casa con el Skyline, ¿ustede' dónde están? No sé
Prendas de Italia, ropa de Zara, lo que te pones, ya lo usé
Lo que te pones, ya lo usé, todo lo que usas, ya lo usé
OKEY (feat. Lil Pump and Nesty 'The Mastermind')
Uh
Lil Pump, LIT killah
Wanna make this? Let's go
All the chains I got are gold, not aluminum
Drawing on the field like Ronaldinho, babe
Chanel the perfume, Moschino on the line (yah)
I'm screaming, this is a homicide (yah), dyeing it red (yah)
You know, you know, you know, babe
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (L-I-T)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Yeah-eh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (oh-oh-oh)
Everything's cool
We already made it big, singing in stadiums, counting stacks, everything's cool
I leave the house with the Skyline, where you at? I don't know
Italian gear, Zara clothes, what you wear, I've already rocked
What you wear, I've already rocked, everything you wear, I've already rocked
We good, red leather in the Mercedes AMG
If they say I'm camouflaged, it's 'cause of the beige outfit
Italian gear, Zara clothes, what you wear, I've already rocked
What you wear, I've already rocked, everything you wear, I've already rocked (uh, esskeetit)
I travel so many cities, I look like a nomad
Years go by, I'm still the new thing (yeah)
Came down from space, Andromeda (ah)
My bars are so expensive, they look freshly pulled from the vault (okay)
They aim at me, but they don't hit
I choose the face of the coin, yeah (wow, wow, wow)
My eyes see Alexander McQueen
New Era cap and Amiri jeans (yeah)
Got a heavy flow, I'm feeling fit (wow, wow, wow)
I drop in when the pin's sent
I got people who got my back
Who’s gonna have something to say?
They're good, but not in my league (league)
They can't copy my voice even using AI (using AI)
If we ain't the same, that ain't my fault (yeah, yeah)
They ask how we doing (ah-ah-ah)
Everything's cool
We already made it big, singing in stadiums, counting stacks, everything's cool
I leave the house with the Skyline, where you at? I don't know
Italian gear, Zara clothes, what you wear, I've already rocked
What you wear, I've already rocked, everything you wear, I've already rocked
We good, red leather in the Mercedes AMG
If they say I'm camouflaged, it's 'cause of the beige outfit
Italian gear, Zara clothes, what you wear, I've already rocked
What you wear, I've already rocked, everything you wear, I've already rocked (uh)
Chrome Heart jeans, I don't wear Amiri (ooh)
Gucci gang and that's okay (ayy, ayy)
Louis bag, Rick Owen (uh), Balenci and that's okay (brr)
Everybody wanna be like me
Okay, but I could've hooked up with Kim K
Yeah, I go crazy like Ye, ayy
Hop out the Wraith with the Drac, ayy (brr)
I ain't Gucci gang no more, Louis down and I'm Chrome Heart gang (uh)
Rip my nigga X (juice), popped like three Percocets, uh
Yeah, I'll still win the gist, got a switch that'll blow off your dick
Gucci, Prada (hey), yeah, I still mess with your daughter (hey)
Smoke like a rasta
I'm in Mykonos feeding on pasta
30, it's right on my hip
And I pull this bitch out and I shoot at your mama (brr)
Bitch, are you dumb, nigga? (Dumb)
I'm from the slums, nigga (huh)
You just a broke nigga (yeah)
You cannot hang with us, uh (ayy, ayy)
Givenchy from head to toe
Hundred K on my chain, yeah, let's go (let's go)
You gotta pay me like fifty K Percocets just to book me for a show, hey
(Ooh, Lil Pump, esskeetit)
Everything's cool
We already made it big, singing in stadiums, counting stacks, everything's cool
I leave the house with the Skyline, where you at? I don't know
Italian gear, Zara clothes, what you wear, I've already rocked
What you wear, I've already rocked, everything you wear, I've already rocked