Od (feat. D Pryde)

You ain't never met another nigga like me (sheesh) Even if I die, you can't forget about me (sheesh) Everything that I do is OD (sheesh) I said, you ain't never met a nigga like me, no My whip is OD, my chick is OD, too much My fit is so clean, my kicks OD, too much I spit it OD, my shit is OD, too much Futuristic OD, I'm 'bout to OD Yo, I OD like I'm ODB I ain't passing the rock, you on Kobe's team Flow cold like your leg in the winter in Illinois If you walking around with a hole in jeans I hope to be the nigga that's known as "sheesh" If it's a par five I'll get a hole in three Two hands, double fist when I hold my drink One styrofoam cup'll make you show the lean It's only me, labels I demand to speak So don't come at that man if your plan is weak Instagram going up a thousand fans a week Don't need a hand, I need some cash you can hand to me If you ain't with it, you cut off, amputee Kicking back, taking shots like a damn marine I'm Dan Marino mixed with Al Pacino at the casino cause I'm all about my chips and command the team, whoa They say I do too much But I got a lot more coming She say I'm in too deep Oh hold on, that ho coming They say that there's no way I did it all without no budget I say I'm way too high If I ever come down Imma hit the ground running Hit the ground running Hit the ground running Hit the ground running You ain't never met another nigga like me (sheesh) Even if I die, you can't forget about me (sheesh) Everything that I do is OD (sheesh) I said, you ain't never met a nigga like me, no My whip is OD, my chick is OD, too much My fit is so clean, my kicks OD, too much I spit it OD, my shit is OD, too much Futuristic OD, I'm 'bout to OD Yeah, uh, shit! New women in my new phone Who's home, it's the new number uno You know, still swerving in a two door Pimping, if we talking 'bout eyes, I can do this shit with two closed I'm too OD, bitch, yeah, you know it's D, bitch The letter after A, B, C, bitch You know I ain't never been a bird brain Y'all dudes mermaids, cause I can see, bitch 30K off shirts (that's easy) Buy merch make merch (that's easy) Used to cry over bitches swear a motherfucker know his worth Yeah, I got some homies and the boys did dirt But I ain't from the streets, I ain't moving that work But you know I'm dressing like a dealer Cause I got some money got it coming Been eating so good that my top's so muffin It's okay, I ain't fit like Chubby boy got a fit wife and she thick, Christ I get hyped on this shit right, it's the real me no disguise Now I don't gotta diss guys I don't care what you're doing I be here for the money, I be here for the music It's that Brampton boy and they know the coast And it's Richvale 'til I overdose Bitch, I'm gone You ain't never met another nigga like me (sheesh) Even if I die, you can't forget about me (sheesh) Everything that I do is OD (sheesh) I said, you ain't never met a nigga like me, no My shit is OD, my bitch is OD My fit is OD, your shit is '03 No whip, I'm low-key But I'm still OD I'm OD, OD, baby Come and blow me slowly, Richvale