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[Pre-Hook: Futuristic] You ain't never met another nigga like me (sheesh) Even when 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 [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 shit is OD, too much Futuristic OD, I'm 'bout to OD [Verse 1: Futuristic] 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 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 SongtexteI'm Al Martino mixed with Al Pacino at the casino cause I'm all about my chips, take a man to team, whoa [Bridge: Futuristic] They say I do too much But I got a lot more coming She say I'm in too deep [?] They say that there's no way I did it all way, had 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 [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 2: D-Pryde] [?] [Pre-Hook: Futuristic] [Outro: D-Pryde] My shit is OD, my bitch is OD My fit is OD, your shit is all three No whip, I'm low-key But I'm still OD I'm OD, OD, baby Come and blow me slowly, richville Aus Songtexte Mania