Lil Baby & Lil Durk – Okay Lyrics

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"Okay." - Lil Baby & Lil Durk

Thursday, 17 September 2026, 11:59 am

Album: The Voice of the Heroes

Track No: 11

(Danny)
Why the fuck they put my business on the blogs?
Sisters know they never gotta get a job
Brodie said he rather spin shit and rob, damn dawg
He ain't playin', dawg
That's ya plan, dawg?
That's ya man, dawg
Fuck both of them, I want 'em all gone
Shit been gettin' shaky, I'm stayin' where I'm safe at
Couple spots, I don't know where I stay at
Why would you play and you know we don't play that?
Flippin' words when you know I ain't say that
I've been good, so I'm guessin' it's payback
Smokin' woods in the back of the Maybach
I'm the hero, so they gotta face that
Hit Dior, where the fuck is my cape at?
I'm on a other one
Bought another car, then another one
Bank account like I just won a settlement
Sippin' Wock, I'm addicted to medicine
Pockets on elephant, large
I get two pretty women to come kick it with me at the Playoffs, we'll have a ménage
I go in any **** city, bunch of killers with me, everybody got a rod
Swear I'll nod off before I fall off, this that drank talkin', oh yeah
Fifteen foreign cars and I pop out, I run ATL
When I get old, I might have back problems, these Cuban links big as hell
I done fucked M's up with these lawyers tryna get my **** outta jail
Five hundred racks for a bond, do whatever for brodie
We came up from cars that was stolen
Before it drop, I'ma have it, on top of this fashion
I'm stayin' in touch with the owners
You stabbed me right in my back when you could have just asked me
What happen when you be disloyal
We sharin' all of this shit
From the money, the cars, to the hoes, it don't matter the order
One of my **** got out and another one in, so I'm gettin' sick and tired of that order
I see you drownin', I'm comin' to help you, I'm riskin' it all, I'ma die in that water
I'm rich as fuck, I can do what I wanna
Came over sober, she left here a stoner
She know she fell asleep inside the condo
But I fuck her like I'm fresh up off the corner
I can't change, I'm stuck in my ways
Poppin' half and half, I'm up for a day
Oh, you gettin' money now, okay
Tell 'em don't play with you, okay
I'm proud of you, you're supposed to be proud of me, too
I do everything that I can do
Make it happen, don't make an excuse
I sure improved
I'm the one and not the two, yeah
Lotta money on ya now, yeah
Shit together, got accounts, yeah
Glad you took a different route, yeah
Tryna buy your folks a house, yeah
Glad you really made it out, yeah
You can't sit and wait around, yeah
Gotta get up and get out, yeah
You gotta get this shit now, yeah
I got a Cullinan 'cause I just wanted one
I run up a check and look out for my brother son
I asked DeDe Trig and that **** was stuttering
I knew him for years and he don't know my government
You can't come around if you keep on recordin' me
I'm trappin', you trappin', that shit be a tournament
Voice of the trenches, I couldn't be a journalist
I pour up a cup with the **** who murderin'
But I ain't gon' hold you, **** had told I told
**** be usin' emotions, sayin' I'm bogus
I was just down on my back, I couldn't send cash, I wrote you
My brother did ten, got out of jail, I'm global
I take care of my block, how I'm 'posed to
I'm done fuckin' hoes who local
Popped me a ten, ain't feel it, I gotta go boot up some doses
They ask can I leave them streets alone
Bro went to jail and I got him a phone
Just 'cause he think 'cause he lost his motion
My brother think he ain't comin' home
Fentanyl and felonies gettin' you gone
Switch on a nickel, I feel like a Stone
The **** who died, I'll never respond
I'm slappin' the bitches who won't listen to Von
I can't change, I'm stuck in my ways
Poppin' half and half, I'm up for a day
Oh, you gettin' money now, okay
Tell 'em don't play with you, okay
I'm proud of you, you're supposed to be proud of me, too
I do everything that I can do
Make it happen, don't make an excuse
I sure improved
I'm the one and not the two, yeah
Lotta money on ya now, yeah
Shit together, got accounts, yeah
Glad you took a different route, yeah
Tryna buy your folks a house, yeah
Glad you really made it out, yeah
You can't sit and wait around, yeah
Gotta get up and get out, yeah
You gotta get this shit now, yeah

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones, Durk Banks & Daniel Delgado-Hernandez.

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