Wooh Da Kid - O.D. lyrics

[Intro: Wooh Da Kid] They say they looking for a gangsta, well that's me Trigger finger's an addict, I think it OD'd They say they looking for a gangsta, well that's me Trigger finger's an addict, I think it OD'd f** a dub's at? I need a OZ And I don't puff-puff-pa** cause I smoke weed [Hook: Wooh Da Kid] North Jamaica, south Jamaica, south Atlanta, north Atlanta West Atlanta, east Atlanta, that's my homies Waka Flock make you hop, Capp peel 'em, make you rock Wooh Da Kid Just went crazy, he done OD'd Smoking marijuana, we just OD Blowing on the ganja, we just OD Southside on the track, he just OD Gucci Gucci want a pack, that's my homie [Verse 1: Wooh Da Kid] They say they looking for a gangsta, well that's me Trigger finger's an addict, I think it OD'd f** a dub's at? I need a OZ And I don't puff-puff-pa** cause I smoke weed Anybody wishing d**h, I hope I stay alive Ink drops on the paper, make it come alive You n***as salute me or just shoot me Or I'ma have to send a hundred slugs through ya hooptie Black Brick Squad chain, I just OD'd Heroin thoughts like Elvis' [?] Wooh Da Kid, Capp, Flock left it lonely And we gon' wake the game up cause they still asleep [Hook: Wooh Da Kid] [Verse 2: Lil Capp] I done OD'd, bottle so deep Pop one, pop two, naw, pop three Get out of line and I'ma let Nina burn ya Have you rolling down the river like Tina Turner I'm biting down, me and Wooh Da Kid Split a 10-pack cause we do this sh** I'm geeking like a nerd, you can call me Screech But I done OD'd and I can't sleep My PO tripping so I can't smoke the green I got a ounce of lean, mix it with the beans I'ma bet that you can't hang, you got to show me He done pa**ed out, he just OD'd [Hook: Wooh Da Kid] [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] I'm f**ed up on Grey Goose, Patron and Hennessy X pills and marijuana, Lord, I love that purple weed Y'all n***as not f**ed up, we live life wasted, n***a! Quarter pound of kush [Aye, whatchu do, Flocka!?] (Waka! Waka! Waka!) OG, them OZ's, catch me on Grove Street Southside track, well, it cost about 10 G's (Sizzle) I'm a ball-a-holic, I'ma OD on Louis OD on Gucci, OD on True jeans FLOCKA! FLOCKA! FLOCKA! WAKA! YUH! Make the club go ham! Mix the gram and white (Boy, you crazy) I don't give no damn! Taxing all my verses, you can call me Uncle Flocka Sam! (2x) [Hook: Wooh Da Kid]