"OD CRASHIN" lyrics
Cut out that nigga eyes, he
That nigga over with, I
Nigga, nigga tried
Nigga thought I was lackin', walkin' down Bleveland
Nigga, that's my hood, dickhead
Know I got some big shit
Extra bullets in my jumpsuit too
Walkin' 'round this bitch like Mega-Man
And, nigga, free Tay-K
On Blood, nigga
Yeah, walkin' down Bleveland with that stick
Extra bullets in my jumpsuit, I can't wait to let it hit
V12 barkin' down that street, you know that BK pull off smashin'
Shoot the cameras out, then walk 'em down, nobody know what happened
Lakewood
I don't know why he dissin' Mari like we don't know where he stay
Fully Drac', bump out the G, ayy, slide the parts right, no plates
Niggas know we OD crashin', pull through max and work that K
His mama swore he was a good child soon as that lil' boy get faced
Supercharged V8, Cadillac can't drive straight
Highway, blue light, tap the gas, get sideways (Swerve the 'Hawk)
12 behind me, in that Caddy with them sticks, I can't go
Whole city fuckin' with this shit, even got opps stealin' my flow
Y'all niggas gotta let me reboot real quick
I gotta crank this bitch up real fast
Goddamn, head trippin' in this bitch
Bankhead
Niggas dissin' just for clout, pull up on Aspen with Lil Boolie
Micro stick inside my bag, E-Brake jump out and swing that Uzi
Ayy, ayy, throw this bitch in reverse real quick, twin, look, look back, E-Brake
Hey, you see what I see?
'Cause, 'cause if you see what I see, then that mean it's just him, you, G-Lock and me
Ah, okay now, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Huh, they think BK smoke crack
Hell nah, Lil Hot just got my blunt fat
Nah, I don't fuck around with no crack
Yeah, walkin' down Bleveland with that stick
Extra bullets in my jumpsuit, I can't wait to let it hit
V12 barkin' down that street, you know that BK pull off smashin'
Shoot the cameras out, then walk 'em down, nobody know what happened
Lakewood
I don't know why he dissin' Mari like we don't know where he stay
Fully Drac', bump out the G, ayy, slide the parts right, no plates
Nigga know we OD crashin', pull through max and work that K
His mama swore he was a good child soon as that lil' boy get faced
That nigga over with, I
Nigga, nigga tried
Nigga thought I was lackin', walkin' down Bleveland
Nigga, that's my hood, dickhead
Know I got some big shit
Extra bullets in my jumpsuit too
Walkin' 'round this bitch like Mega-Man
And, nigga, free Tay-K
On Blood, nigga
Yeah, walkin' down Bleveland with that stick
Extra bullets in my jumpsuit, I can't wait to let it hit
V12 barkin' down that street, you know that BK pull off smashin'
Shoot the cameras out, then walk 'em down, nobody know what happened
Lakewood
I don't know why he dissin' Mari like we don't know where he stay
Fully Drac', bump out the G, ayy, slide the parts right, no plates
Niggas know we OD crashin', pull through max and work that K
His mama swore he was a good child soon as that lil' boy get faced
Supercharged V8, Cadillac can't drive straight
Highway, blue light, tap the gas, get sideways (Swerve the 'Hawk)
12 behind me, in that Caddy with them sticks, I can't go
Whole city fuckin' with this shit, even got opps stealin' my flow
Y'all niggas gotta let me reboot real quick
I gotta crank this bitch up real fast
Goddamn, head trippin' in this bitch
Bankhead
Niggas dissin' just for clout, pull up on Aspen with Lil Boolie
Micro stick inside my bag, E-Brake jump out and swing that Uzi
Ayy, ayy, throw this bitch in reverse real quick, twin, look, look back, E-Brake
Hey, you see what I see?
'Cause, 'cause if you see what I see, then that mean it's just him, you, G-Lock and me
Ah, okay now, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Huh, they think BK smoke crack
Hell nah, Lil Hot just got my blunt fat
Nah, I don't fuck around with no crack
Yeah, walkin' down Bleveland with that stick
Extra bullets in my jumpsuit, I can't wait to let it hit
V12 barkin' down that street, you know that BK pull off smashin'
Shoot the cameras out, then walk 'em down, nobody know what happened
Lakewood
I don't know why he dissin' Mari like we don't know where he stay
Fully Drac', bump out the G, ayy, slide the parts right, no plates
Nigga know we OD crashin', pull through max and work that K
His mama swore he was a good child soon as that lil' boy get faced
Writer(s): Khari Hoard, Eman Alofe
