Ok Alright (Explicit) - Travis Scott/Schoolboy Q

Written by：Kacy Hill/SZA/ScHoolboy

Ya you know we gon' be aight

Leaders of the new school

They ain't want to let us in but they had to

Trav tell 'em what it is

Zonaman in the building

OK OK OK

Already know it's gon' be alright

Way we going up we might be all night

OK OK

Now we gon' blow like the wind

Should have never let us niggas in

OK OK OK OK

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

OK OK OK

Let's get this sh*t lit poured right

Need my *** alright

Call my b**ch up she gon' suck this dick four ways

Four ways now it's time to pay

Need my money now not tomorrow need that sh*t today

OK OK OK

Now it's bombs away

B**ches kissing b**ches while my niggas serve them candy canes

OK OK bouncing on la flame put you up on game

Teach you mix a little how to dab a little

Them b**ches scared them b**ches scare ooh yea

OK OK OK

Already know it's gon' be alright

Way we going up we might be all night

OK OK

Now we gon' blow like the wind

Should have never let us niggas in

OK OK OK OK

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

OK OK

Bottom b**ch say ho

Know you on top when the top get floored

Crib where the cop won't go

Rollie on bling bling neck on ice

Tell a b**ch get right make a ni**a miss that flight

Can a ni**a hit that twice

Should have never let us niggas in

Got my first M 2012

Now a hundred K in the mail

Free another homie on bail

Money low her p**sy gon' sell

Tryna tell me money ain't sh*t

When you tried to tell me water won't whip

When you tried to say this quarter won't flip

Since snoop who the other rich crip

How groovy get the Pringle man chip

Walk on with a twenty yard clip

Walk on while a real ni**a limp

Black ni**a green grass no golf

So on turn the satellite off from the set

Feel like I died on that cross hang on

OK OK OK

Already know it's gon' be alright

Way we going up we might be all night

OK OK

Now we gon' blow like the wind

Should have never let us niggas in

OK OK OK

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

OK OK

Alright alright alright

Balling down the corner

Alright alright alright alright

Take the long way home

Alright alright alright

Alright alright

Alright alright alright alright

Jacques was born April 30 aye

Doctor said he won't be home in thirty days

He gon' be alright alright alright alright

Momma said her son gon' be a gift

Momma said her son gon' be the sh*t

He gon' be alright alright alright alright

Momma coming home with different niggas

Daddy out there hanging with the killers

Will it be alright alright alright alright

Feel like I'mma need me a sip

Feel like I'mma need me a b**ch

Make me feel alright alright alright alright

There's blood on your face

Salt on your skin

Your battle is done for now

Alright alright alright

Now I wanna wanna blow these trees alright

Hit another lick and we gon' be alright

Alright alright alright alright

Now we got this breeze we gon' be alright

Hundred all we need we gon' be alright

Alright

Alright alright

Completely available to you

Scrape a little off the top

Come meet your puddin' pop

All night