Lyrics Od (feat. D Pryde) - Futuristic feat. D Pryde
You
ain't
never
met
another
nigga
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
nigga
like
me,
no
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
Yo,
I
OD
like
I'm
ODB
I
ain't
passing
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
nigga
that's
known
as
"sheesh"
If
it's
a
par
five
I'll
get
a
hole
in
three
Two
hands,
double
fist
when
I
hold
my
drink
One
styrofoam
cup'll
make
you
show
the
lean
It's
only
me,
labels
I
demand
to
speak
So
don't
come
at
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
They
say
I
do
too
much
But
I
got
a
lot
more
coming
She
say
I'm
in
too
deep
Oh
hold
on,
that
ho
coming
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
Imma
hit
the
ground
running
Hit
the
ground
running
Hit
the
ground
running
Hit
the
ground
running
You
ain't
never
met
another
nigga
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
nigga
like
me,
no
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
Yeah,
uh,
shit!
New
women
in
my
new
phone
Who's
home,
it's
the
new
number
uno
You
know,
still
swerving
in
a
two
door
Pimping,
if
we
talking
'bout
eyes,
I
can
do
this
shit
with
two
closed
I'm
too
OD,
bitch,
yeah,
you
know
it's
D,
bitch
The
letter
after
A,
B,
C,
bitch
You
know
I
ain't
never
been
a
bird
brain
Y'all
dudes
mermaids,
cause
I
can
see,
bitch
30K
off
shirts
(that's
easy)
Buy
merch
make
merch
(that's
easy)
Used
to
cry
over
bitches
swear
a
motherfucker
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
shit
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
Bitch,
I'm
gone
You
ain't
never
met
another
nigga
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
nigga
like
me,
no
My
shit
is
OD,
my
bitch
is
OD
My
fit
is
OD,
your
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
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