OK
Nav [feat. Lil Durk] Lyrics


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(808 Mob Crew, yeah)

Put this shit on and I fuck it up, ay
I put you on, you can't fuck it up, ay
I'm on the run if I catch me a case
That bitch broke, I spit in her face
One pair of jeans cost me 2K
Go the solo lane 'cause I don't go on no dates
Bring me the pills and I land in the A
All of my diamonds gon jump out the face
Back to the street shit street shit, ay
Head shot, sneak diss sneak diss, ay
That .45 got a kick, ok
Want Chanel? Suck dick, ok
You in Chiraq but you be in the way
I catch niggas tryna ride my wave
Know a nigga left, but he wished he stayed
30k for a show, I hit that stage
Ok ok ok ok
Ok ok ok ok ok ok
Bitch I don't pay for no lashes, ay
Bitch gotta wait on her taxes, ay
X pills, we don't like acid, ay
That's ok

Bitch wanna lay up, she get slain
Amiri jeans hang off my waist
Walk on a bitch, lil' she bitch bad
Snort a lil' coke, lil' bitch she brave
Glock wit' a switch it touch yo' face
Last bitch gave me head was lace
So she can't tell me she late
Twenty on a chain that shit look brazy

Ok ok ok
Ok ok ok
Ok ok ok
Ok ok ok
(Ay, ok ok ok)
(Ok, ok)

Give her Plan B I planned it, uh
Pull up right now no panics, uh
Opps say, "King Von can't stand em", what?
Body count so ugly, still handsome, uh
Don't bop my chain we dancin', uh
Won't talk my niggas we blastin', uh
Walked in spend twenty on fashion, what
How the fuck I make it in rappin', uh
Don't know you, boy you cappin', uh
The opps outside they lackin', what?
Steve where you at I need traffic
50K stuffed in my mattress, uh
Ever see a nigga do a backflip, uh
Don't want to, duck from this MAC stick, uh
Semi's and glizzys, huh huh
.19 wit the fifties, what huh
Hellcat with the Hemi's, huh huh
Ain't go to sleep we at Denny's, uh
I got a problem, don't tempt me, what?
Won't stop 'til the Glock is empty, ay

Ok ok ok
Ok ok ok
Ok ok ok
Ok ok ok
(Ay, ok ok ok)
(Ok, ok)

Ok ok ok
Ok ok ok
Ok ok ok
Ok ok ok




(Ay, ok ok ok)
(Ok, ok)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "OK" by Nav feat. Lil Durk depict a lifestyle of excess, confidence, and disregard for consequences. The opening lines suggest that the artists have the ability to make things successful, but also have the potential to ruin it. The line "I put you on, you can't fuck it up" could be about introducing someone to a certain lifestyle or opportunity and expecting them to handle it responsibly. The reference to being "on the run if I catch me a case" implies that they are engaging in risky behavior that could lead to legal trouble. The line "That bitch broke, I spit in her face" expresses a disrespectful attitude towards someone of lesser financial means.


The lyrics also touch on materialism, with references to expensive jeans, pills, and diamonds. The artists flex their wealth and status, mentioning the cost of their items and the size of their paychecks. The line "Go the solo lane 'cause I don't go on no dates" suggests a preference for a solitary lifestyle, avoiding emotional connections or commitments. The repeated phrase "Ok ok ok" throughout the song serves as a reaffirmation of their confidence and success.


Overall, "OK" portrays a lifestyle of luxury, recklessness, and a sense of invincibility, with an underlying theme of not allowing anyone or anything to hinder their success.


Line by Line Meaning

Put this shit on and I fuck it up, ay
When I listen to this song, it gets me so pumped up and hyped that I become unstoppable


I put you on, you can't fuck it up, ay
I introduced you to this lifestyle and now you can't mess it up or disappoint me


I'm on the run if I catch me a case
If I get in trouble with the law, I'll have to go into hiding to avoid getting caught


That bitch broke, I spit in her face
I have no respect for a woman who doesn't have money, I treat her with disdain


One pair of jeans cost me 2K
I spend a lot of money on my fashion, even a single pair of jeans can cost me a couple of thousand dollars


Go the solo lane 'cause I don't go on no dates
I prefer to be alone and focus on myself rather than going on romantic dates with someone


Bring me the pills and I land in the A
If you provide me with drugs, I'll come to Atlanta (the A) and party


All of my diamonds gon jump out the face
The diamonds on my jewelry are so dazzling and eye-catching that they seem to come alive


Back to the street shit street shit, ay
Returning to the gritty and dangerous lifestyle of the streets, where I feel most comfortable


Head shot, sneak diss sneak diss, ay
I'll take a direct shot at my enemies and subtly insult them without them even realizing it


That .45 got a kick, ok
The recoil from firing a .45 caliber gun is powerful, indicating its strength


Want Chanel? Suck dick, ok
If you want expensive brands like Chanel, you'll have to perform sexual acts (possibly implying prostitution)


You in Chiraq but you be in the way
You claim to be from Chicago's dangerous neighborhoods but you're just a nuisance and irrelevant


I catch niggas tryna ride my wave
I notice people attempting to imitate my style and success, but they can't match my authenticity


Know a nigga left, but he wished he stayed
There was someone who distanced themselves from me, but now they regret that decision and wish they had stayed by my side


30k for a show, I hit that stage
I earn a significant amount of money, around 30,000 dollars, for each live performance I give on stage


Bitch I don't pay for no lashes, ay
I refuse to spend money on makeup accessories like false eyelashes for women, implying I prioritize my own financial well-being


Bitch gotta wait on her taxes, ay
Instead of immediately giving her money, I expect the woman to wait for her tax refund before receiving any financial support from me


X pills, we don't like acid, ay
We prefer taking ecstasy pills (X pills) rather than consuming the drug acid (LSD)


Bitch wanna lay up, she get slain
If a woman wants a casual sexual encounter with me, I'll oblige, but it won't lead to a long-term relationship


Amiri jeans hang off my waist
I wear Amiri jeans that loosely fit on my waist, showcasing my high-end fashion sense


Walk on a bitch, lil' she bitch bad
I confidently approach women who catch my attention, acknowledging that they're attractive


Snort a lil' coke, lil' bitch she brave
I casually indulge in snorting cocaine, while boasting that the woman I'm with is also bold for participating


Glock wit' a switch it touch yo' face
I possess a Glock handgun with a modified switch, suggesting it can easily harm or intimidate someone


Last bitch gave me head was lace
The last woman who performed oral sex on me had lace lingerie or lace-like skills, emphasizing her expertise


So she can't tell me she late
She can't claim she's pregnant or late with her period to manipulate or guilt-trip me


Twenty on a chain that shit look brazy
I spent twenty thousand dollars on a chain, and it looks incredibly flashy and extravagant


Give her Plan B I planned it, uh
I intentionally give her the emergency contraceptive pill (Plan B) because I anticipated the possibility of unprotected sex


Pull up right now no panics, uh
I can arrive at a location without hesitation or fear, ready to handle any situation


Opps say, 'King Von can't stand em', what?
My enemies or rivals claim that fellow rapper King Von dislikes or despises them, questioning their credibility


Body count so ugly, still handsome, uh
Although I have been with numerous sexual partners, which some might consider unattractive, I still maintain my self-perceived attractiveness


Don't bop my chain we dancin', uh
Don't touch or attempt to steal my expensive chain, as I consider it a crucial part of my style and image


Won't talk my niggas we blastin', uh
I don't waste time engaging in verbal arguments, instead, my friends and I resort to violence and retaliation


Walked in spend twenty on fashion, what
When I enter a store, I immediately spend twenty thousand dollars on fashionable items without hesitation


How the fuck I make it in rappin', uh
I express my disbelief and astonishment at my own success in the rap industry


Don't know you, boy you cappin', uh
I don't know who you are, and I suspect you're lying or exaggerating about something


The opps outside they lackin', what?
My adversaries or enemies are in the vicinity, but they're lacking the necessary skills or courage to confront me


Steve where you at I need traffic
I'm looking for Steve, possibly referring to a drug dealer, to provide me with drugs and facilitate illegal activities


50K stuffed in my mattress, uh
I keep fifty thousand dollars hidden and stored in my mattress, implying my wealth and the inability to trust traditional financial institutions


Ever see a nigga do a backflip, uh
Have you ever witnessed someone performing a physically impressive feat like doing a backflip?


Don't want to, duck from this MAC stick, uh
You don't want to avoid or try to escape from the bullets fired from a MAC (submachine gun)


Semi's and glizzys, huh huh
We possess semi-automatic guns and high-capacity magazines (glizzys), emphasizing our readiness for violence


.19 wit the fifties, what huh
We have .19 caliber firearms equipped with fifty-round magazines, demonstrating our access to powerful weapons


Hellcat with the Hemi's, huh huh
I drive a Hellcat vehicle with a modified Hemi engine, showcasing my luxurious and high-performance car


Ain't go to sleep we at Denny's, uh
We didn't go to sleep, instead, we're still awake at Denny's restaurant, possibly after a night of partying or illegal activities


I got a problem, don't tempt me, what?
I have a personal issue or conflict, and I advise against provoking or challenging me due to the potential consequences


Won't stop 'til the Glock is empty, ay
I won't cease shooting my Glock handgun until it runs out of ammunition, displaying my persistence and determination in engaging in violence




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Durk D. Banks, Dayvon Bennett, Booka600

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Gagan Chandhok

Got them racks (okay), ice attack (bling) (okay)

You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (okay)
When you gone, smoke your pack
I felt bad (okay), now I'm back (okay)
Got them racks (okay), ice attack (bling) (okay)
You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (okay)
When you gone (okay), smoke your pack (okay)
I felt bad (okay), now I'm back (okay)
Flooded watch, drop top (Skrt)
Fuck 12, fuck the opps (okay)
Wrist brokaye (Whip whip)
In the pot
Sellin' rocks (okay)
On the block (okay)
Put up guap, sendin' shots, at yo' top (okay)
Fuck you thought? (Okay)
Fuckin' thots, watch 'em flop
Off-white seats (okay)
Off-white socks (okay)
Eighteen hunnid for a pair of jeans, that's okayay
I got money, I give all my shooters good pay
Headshot with a infrared, beam from far away
'Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okayay
Got them racks (okay), ice attack (bling) (okay)
You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (okay)
When you gone, smoke your pack
I felt bad (okay), now I'm back (okay)
Got them racks (okay), ice attack (bling) (okay)
You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (okay)
When you gone (okay), smoke your pack (okay)
I felt bad (okay), now I'm back (okay) (yuh dig)
With the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel (cake in a funnel)
Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle (fuck for the bundle)
Put a Glock in the console, yeah (Glock in the console)
Why the bitch wanna say my name on the 'Gram? Ho, relax (ho relax)
I beat my gun case three times, can't hold me back (Rrra)
And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (if you owe me racks)
And I'm not talkin' about navigation, I'm with NAV (and I'm with NAV)
And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave. (gang gang)
And if you slidin' with them killers, got 'em mad (turn up)
And she be drivin' on the road, cokaye in her ass (yeah)
And that first time robbin' the plug, we ain't comin', no cash (yeah)
Track of 2018, do the dash (skrt, skrt)
And you know money so he try to put me on blast, yeah
Got them racks, ice attack (bling) (ice attack)
You want beef? (Okay)
Ratta-ta (okay) (ratta-ta)
When you gone, smoke your pack (smoke your pack)
I felt bad (okay) (bad)
Now I'm back (okay) (now I'm back)
Got them racks (okay)
Ice attack (bling) (okay)
You want beef? (Okay)
Ratta-ta (okay) (ratta-ta)
When you gone (okay) (when you gone)
Smoke your pack (okay) (smoke your pack)
I felt bad (okay) (I felt bad)
Now I'm back (okay) (now I'm back, yeah)



Kobe_Power

ou want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (okay)
When you gone, smoke your pack
I felt bad (okay), now I'm back (okay)
Got them racks (okay), ice attack (bling) (okay)
You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (okay)
When you gone (okay), smoke your pack (okay)
I felt bad (okay), now I'm back (okay)
Flooded watch, drop top (Skrt)
Fuck 12, fuck the opps (okay)
Wrist brokaye (Whip whip)
In the pot
Sellin' rocks (okay)
On the block (okay)
Put up guap, sendin' shots, at yo' top (okay)
Fuck you thought? (Okay)
Fuckin' thots, watch 'em flop
Off-white seats (okay)
Off-white socks (okay)
Eighteen hunnid for a pair of jeans, that's okayay
I got money, I give all my shooters good pay
Headshot with a infrared, beam from far away
'Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okayay
You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (okay)
When you gone, smoke your pack
I felt bad (okay), now I'm back (okay)
Got them racks (okay), ice attack (bling) (okay)
You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (okay)
When you gone (okay), smoke your pack (okay)
I felt bad (okay), now I'm back (okay) (yuh dig)
With the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel (cake in a funnel)
Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle (fuck for the bundle)
Put a Glock in the console, yeah (Glock in the console)
Why the bitch wanna say my name on the 'Gram? Ho, relax (ho relax)
I beat my gun case three times, can't hold me back (Rrra)
And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (if you owe me racks)
And I'm not talkin' about navigation, I'm with NAV (and I'm with NAV)
And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave. (gang gang)
And if you slidin' with them killers, got 'em mad (turn up)
And she be drivin' on the road, cokaye in her ass (yeah)
And that first time robbin' the plug, we ain't comin', no cash (yeah)
Track of 2018, do the dash (skrt, skrt)
And you know money so he try to put me on blast, yeah
Got them racks, ice attack (bling) (ice attack)
You want beef? (Okay)
Ratta-ta (okay) (ratta-ta)
When you gone, smoke your pack (smoke your pack)
I felt bad (okay) (bad)
Now I'm back (okay) (now I'm back)
Got them racks (okay)
Ice attack (bling) (okay)
You want beef? (Okay)
Ratta-ta (okay) (ratta-ta)
When you gone (okay) (when you gone)
Smoke your pack (okay) (smoke your pack)
I felt bad (okay) (I felt bad)
Now I'm back (okay) (now I'm back, yeah)



All comments from YouTube:

Vitor Patrício

That intro with that deep bass and tension rythim, so good.

Rohan M

Love your music bro keep doing ur thing

KayCODM

Nav just brings something no other artist can and thats an fact 💯

4.8isai 🏁

bruh no cap when nav does collabs with artists he is careful who he features and when he does that he produces some fire ass songs and the blessings from nav just fall on us

Kung-Fu Kenny Family

They both killed the beat💯💯 , like if Lil Durk and Nav should drop a Project or collab album ASAP🔥🔥🔥

Sammy Baig

Kung-Fu Kenny Family ASAP!!!! THESE TWO THE NEXT BABY AND GUNNA

Anav Sandhala

Sammy Baig nav and gunna are good tho

Malekooie

@Sammy Baig lil baby**

trueyjustin

yes

Beats By Taj

moneymusik produced this beat shits fre they all did there part

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