FUTURISTIC Od song lyrics

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 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 Al Martino mixed with Al Pacino at the casino cause I'm all about my chips, take a man to 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, [?]

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

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, 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 shit with two closed

I'm too old, these bitch [?]

These bitch letter rap the ABCs, bitch

You know I ain't never been a bird brain

[?] 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