Quashaun - Okay Lyrics

Quashaun!

I'm playing ball double d up
If it's a problem then 'lil hoe speak up
Talkin that shit might get you beat up
Smoking on three 3 fat g's with my feet up

H-HBIC on my title
These bitches they like me because im they idol
Dont beef with broke bitches, don't see any rivals
Keep talking down, my niggas keep rifles

Okay Qua
Shoot a lil bitch no accident
I wish you would like a cabinet
I do not play, I'm not having it
You beat me up? Imagine that
Bitch you all talk
Run up on Qua get dog walked
I don't chit-chat, don't small talk
If you really bout it then pop off
Why you on my dick bitch?
Hop off

Okay Qua, Okay Qua
Okay Qua, Okay Qua
Okay Qua, Okay Qua
Okay Qua, Okay Qua
Okay Qua, Okay Qua
Okay Qua, Okay Qua
Okay Qua, Okay Qua
Okay Qua, Okay Qua

Why you so mad?
What is the issue?
Quashaun the shit, I need a tissue
I'll take your nigga, and he won't miss you
Make him lick on me like he rolling Swishers
You know I'm that bitch, I'm too official
I'm really drippin, your bitch only drizzle
A bitch 5'5, but ain't shit little
I really set trends, ain't shit 'bout me simple
Bitch!

Okay Qua, Okay Qua
Okay Qua, Okay Qua
Okay Qua, Okay Qua
Okay Qua, Okay Qua
Okay Qua, Okay Qua
Okay Qua, Okay Qua
Okay Qua, Okay Qua
Okay Qua, Okay Qua

I know my diamonds blindin'
Do what I say, just call me Simon
I'm in the mall and your nigga buyin'
He don't love you, that nigga lyin'
Schoolin' these niggas, but I'm not a teacher
Yeah she my bitch, you can not meet her
I put out fire, call me a heater
Bitch I'm Quashaun, f*ck a feature