OD

[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
I'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
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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]
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[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