Testo di 'Ok Alright (Feat. ScHoolboy Q)' di Travis Scott

Yeah, 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
Zona Man in the building

Okay, okay, okay
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
Okay, okay, ay
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Should have never let us niggas in
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Should have never let them niggas in
Should have never, should have never let them niggas in
Should have never let them niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Okay, okay, okay

Let's get this shit lit poured right
Need my drugs alright
Call my bitch up, she gon' suck this dick four ways
Four ways, now it's time to pay
Need my money now, not tomorrow, need that shit today
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Now it's bombs away
Bitches kissing bitches with my niggas, serve 'em candy cane
Okay, okay, bouncing on La Flame, put you up on game
Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little
Them bitches scared, them bitches scared—ahh, yeah

Okay, okay, okay
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
Okay, okay
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Should have never let us niggas in
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Should have never let them niggas in
Should have never, should have never let them niggas in
Should have never let them niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Okay, okay

Bottom bitch 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 bitch get right, make a nigga miss that flight
Can a nigga 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 pussy gon' sell
Tryna tell me money ain't shit
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 nigga limp
Black nigga green grass no golf
So on turn the satellite off from the set
Feel like I died on that cross hang on

Okay, okay, okay
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
Okay, okay
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Should have never let us niggas in
Okay, okay, okay
Should have never let them niggas in
Should have never, should have never let them niggas in
Should have never let them niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Okay, okay

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