"OD" lyrics
Bad kid
Nose runnin', fucked up, ain't have no money
Momma cryin' every day, but wasn't cuttin' no onions
Zach Lavine in the trap, don't ask how we got that door jumpin'
We gon' leave the hood by fall, we grind the whole summer
Sittin' in the cell, they tryin' to hold me
I been endurin' so much pain that I might OD
Yeah, I get 8 'bout all my partners, long live Kobe
Had to much time on my hands, went bought the Rollie
Feelin' like I made it to the league, they tryna sign us
Damn bro had me sick, fuckin' up my sinus
Now my money long like a bitch hair from the islands
They ain't think I'd turn out this way, Miley Cyrus
She said she wanna have a bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I kicked her out the bedroom, poor performance
I got the trap jumpin' Michael Jordan
Swear I'm gon' kill, Goldilocks gon' take my porridge
(Gon' take my porridge)
Swear I was broke as fuck like a exhale
I swear I can't keep droppin' all these hits
It make my head swell
And nigga, I been goin' hard without a red pill
I dare my opponent try to cross me, nigga, Rico did
And we ain't tryna button no coat, we got crack, though
And I heard you got a shooter he like Shaq, though
I ain't talkin' bout no computer with these Mac though
In that hoe just like a Uber, how we back door
And I ain't from Philidelphia
I'm a zone-sixer
Please don't bring yo' ho around
Pittsburgh, Steeler
Remember I was broke, now I ball just like Gilbert
Thirty in this glizzy
On nobody stuff, I'm the real Curry
Tryna touch a million, a million
Boys in the hood, slide with a Mac 10
I can't trust a bitch, Will Smith, they be actin' (On God)
We go gang, got my pants baggy, just like back then
Walk 'em down with a pump, like I'm tryna hunt somethin'
Stick gotta kick on that bitch, tryna punch somethin'
We gon' snatch yo mans up, we gon' kill him, fuck a ransom
We can't beef with the free smoke, God give him cancer
Playin' with that white shit, that shit look like dandruff
I'ma hit my Marco, no, I'm a bandit
ET phone home from another planet
Playin', I'm a Jackson, I don't know 'bout Janet
I don't know 'bout Janet
From another planet
Nigga, I'm a bandit
Nose runnin', fucked up, ain't have no money
Momma cryin' every day, but wasn't cuttin' no onions
Zach Lavine in the trap, don't ask how we got that door jumpin'
We gon' leave the hood by fall, we grind the whole summer
Sittin' in the cell, they tryin' to hold me
I been endurin' so much pain that I might OD
Yeah, I get 8 'bout all my partners, long live Kobe
Had to much time on my hands, went bought the Rollie
Feelin' like I made it to the league, they tryna sign us
Damn bro had me sick, fuckin' up my sinus
Now my money long like a bitch hair from the islands
They ain't think I'd turn out this way, Miley Cyrus
She said she wanna have a bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I kicked her out the bedroom, poor performance
I got the trap jumpin' Michael Jordan
Swear I'm gon' kill, Goldilocks gon' take my porridge
(Gon' take my porridge)
Swear I was broke as fuck like a exhale
I swear I can't keep droppin' all these hits
It make my head swell
And nigga, I been goin' hard without a red pill
I dare my opponent try to cross me, nigga, Rico did
And we ain't tryna button no coat, we got crack, though
And I heard you got a shooter he like Shaq, though
I ain't talkin' bout no computer with these Mac though
In that hoe just like a Uber, how we back door
And I ain't from Philidelphia
I'm a zone-sixer
Please don't bring yo' ho around
Pittsburgh, Steeler
Remember I was broke, now I ball just like Gilbert
Thirty in this glizzy
On nobody stuff, I'm the real Curry
Tryna touch a million, a million
Boys in the hood, slide with a Mac 10
I can't trust a bitch, Will Smith, they be actin' (On God)
We go gang, got my pants baggy, just like back then
Walk 'em down with a pump, like I'm tryna hunt somethin'
Stick gotta kick on that bitch, tryna punch somethin'
We gon' snatch yo mans up, we gon' kill him, fuck a ransom
We can't beef with the free smoke, God give him cancer
Playin' with that white shit, that shit look like dandruff
I'ma hit my Marco, no, I'm a bandit
ET phone home from another planet
Playin', I'm a Jackson, I don't know 'bout Janet
I don't know 'bout Janet
From another planet
Nigga, I'm a bandit
Writer(s): Kyle Moore, Xavier A Baird
