D-pryde - OD lyrics

[Pre-Hook - Futuristic:] You ain't never met another n***a 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 n***a like me, no [Hook - Futuristic:] 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 sh** is OD, too much Futuristic OD, I'm 'bout to OD [Verse 1 - Futuristic:] Yo, I OD like I'm ODB I ain't pa**ing 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 n***a that's known as "sheesh" If it's a part five I'll get a hole in three Two hands, double fist when I hold my drink One styrofoam cup make the show to lean It's only me, labels I demand to speak So don't come with 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 [Bridge - Futuristic:] They say I do too much But I got a lot more coming She say I'm in too deep Oh hold on, [?] 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 I'm a hit the ground running Hit the ground running Hit the ground running Hit the ground running [Pre-Hook] [Hook] [Verse 2 - D-Pryde:] Yeah, uh, sick! New women in my new phone Who's home, it's a new number uno You know, still swerving in the two door Pimping, if we talking 'bout eyes, I can do this sh** with two closed I'm too OD, b**h, yeah, you know it's D, b**h The letter after A, B, C, b**h You know I ain't never been a bird brain Y'all dudes mermaids, cause I can see, b**h 30K off shirts (that's easy) Buy merch make merch (that's easy) Used to cry over b**hes swear a motherf**er 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 sh** 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 b**h, I'm gone [Pre-Hook - Futuristic] [Outro - D-Pryde:] My sh** is OD, my b**h is OD My fit is OD, your sh** is '03 No whip, I'm low-key But I'm still OD I'm OD, OD, baby Come and blow me slowly, Richvale