Futuristic - OD lyrics

rate me

Ft. Pryde

(Pre-Hook)

Ya ain't neva met anotha nigga like me (sheesh)

Even if I die, ya can't forget about me (sheesh)

Everythin' that I do is OD (sheesh)

I said, ya ain't neva met a nigga like me, no

(Hook)

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

(Verse: Futuristic)

Yuh, I OD like I'm ODB

I ain't passin' the rock ya on Kobe's team

Flow cold like yo leg in the winter in Illinois if ya walking around wit a hole in jeans

I hope to be the nigga 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 wit that man if yo plan is weak

Instagram goin' up a thousand fans a week

Don't need a hand, I need sum' cash ya can hand to me

If ya ain't wit it, ya cut off, amputee

Kickin' back, takin' shots like a damn marine

I'm Al Martino mixed wit Al Pacino at the casino cuz I'm all about my chips, take a man to team, whoa

(Bridge)

They say I do too much

But I got a lot mo' comin'

She say I'm in too deep

Oh, hold on, that hole commin'

They say that there's no way

I did it all way, had no budget

I say I'm way too high

If I eva come down

I'mma hit the ground runnin'

Hit the ground runnin'

Hit the ground runnin'

Hit the ground runnin'

(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

Ya know, still swervin' in the 2 door

Pimpin', if we talkin' bout eyes, I can do this shit wit 2 closed

I'm too old, these bitch, aye do is deepest

Somebody rap the ABCs, bitch

Ya know I ain't neva been a bird brain

Y'all dudes is mirmaids cuz I can see pitch

30K off shirts (that's easy)

Buy merch make merch (that's easy)

This a cloud where bitches now swerve

Muthafucka know his worth

Yeah, I got sum' homies and the boys did dirt

But I ain't from the streets, I ain't movin' that work

But ya know I'm dressin' like a dealer

Cuz I got sum' money got it comin'

Been eatin' so good that my top's so muffin

It's okay, I ain't fit like

Chubby boy got a fit wife and she dick cries

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 doin'

I be here fo' the money, I be here fo' the music

It's that Brampton boy and they know the coast

And it's Richville till I ovadose, bitch, I'm gone

(Pre-Hook)

(Outro)

My shit is OD, my bitch is OD

My fit is OD, yo 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