Okra Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

And let it go (Ayo) 

I cut off some friends, where they go 

(Did this shit in one take, ayo) 

I stick to the plan, that's the goal (ayy we got that 5 shit nigga) 

Fuck these niggas man 

Check my bankroll, ayo 400K for vehicle 

Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django 

Interior look mango, shotgun grape, he look like mayo 

Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp 

We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo 

Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo 

Swampy niggas out the bayou, pockets flooded y'all be dilute 

Watered down, I'm Big Mac, I'm quarter pound, you chicken nugget 

Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30, 000 just for luggage 

Financial advisor buggin', Flower Boy is buzzin' 

Grammy-nominated, tell yo cousin ain't nobody fuckin' with him 

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Man, now they go 

I cut off some friends, where they go 

I stick to the plan, that's the goal 

Fuck these niggas man, that's for sure 

Uno the shoe, red with the blue 

Look like a flag what the fuck it do 

Golf be the set, no more OF 

Like Ron Artest bitch we aim for your neck 

Give a fuck about you or your respect, yeah that way 

Fuck your accolades but I made the cut like I pack a blade 

You could call me brush, I've been makin' waves 

Since Ashley Banks' cousin had a fade but that's '92, I'm '91 

Watts Riot in my blood, nigga what's up 

And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup 

Lemonade, yeah it's Minute Maid, I been gettin' paid 

Pockets gainin' weight 

Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but that's up to you 

Photos 

Man, now they go 

I cut off some friends, where they go 

I stick to the plan, that's the goal 

Fuck these (ayo) niggas man, that's for sure 

Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me, skin glowin', clear of acne 

Diamonds see-through, so holographic 

Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey, spent dinero like Taxi Driver 

Handmade is that thing with tires but I rode the bike 

And Vill tail behind me 

And he got the Cannon like he bagged Mariah 

Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation 

And my bitch mixed like jambalaya 

Man fuck with the fam, we in Japan 

Bitch you're a bum, see you don't understand 

Yeah, I cut off some friends T, where you been? 

Bitch I'm in Bel-Air, been lookin' for land 

Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool 

Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand 

Got enough rocks, see, check my hand 

And I got crack, watch how I talk 

And it's still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark 

Wallace still trippin' on shit that I bought 

But, I really do not care the cost 'cause okra 

Man, now they go 

I cut off some friends