O2D

Lyrics

[Intro: Toohda Band$] (Bankroll made this beat, baby) (Brian, you're so crazy for this) HME FOD, nigga [Verse 1: Toohda Band$] It's a hundred on the chop, gon' shoot this bitch until it burn out Fuck a late night, we chasin' niggas while the sun out Give me a thousand years, bitch, I could never put my gun down My nigga caught a body and walked away, he on the run now You know this strong Cookie ****, had to put the blunt down Can't kill his ass on camera, best believe he gettin' stomped out If it ain't a loose leaf, I roll exotic in a Dark Stout My chains VVSs, you can see 'em when it's dark out I almost popped my cousin, I couldn't find my drank Hotboxin' in a fancy car, almost made her faint Just stomped a nigga 'Wood, it smelled funny, nigga rolled up shake Can't believe these niggas poured a brick, boy, that's two whole eights [Verse 2: JUST BANG] Look, Hellcat stealer, opp corner bender Had your main bitch, still ain't wanna send her Could've bought the coupe, Lamb' truck bigger Nope, it ain't mine, it's the fat bitch rental I don't work out, still got buffs She in love with you, still got fucked Square white bitch and she got butt Been had the lo', I was sittin' in the cut FOD the navy, come to war with us Brodie got smacked, the opps was blamin' us Dress in all black, you know we flame it up Niggas hittin' curbs, guess these niggas drivin' drunk [Verse 3: Jugg Harden] SRT truck, I don't wear buffs Bitch think I'm in love, whole time it's lust Every time they die, niggas blame us She link our DMs, she get famous Your bitch irritating, I don't want relations I was on house arrest, had the whole house waiting Had to lift him up, left his soul vacant I'm with three felons, still on probation In love with the pussy, I can't even fake it Steppin' with my mask on, bitch, call me Jason I just want the money, she just want me Go dumb with that chop, he don't even think She get a new nigga quicker than you blink Just paid the water bill on my neck, it's a sink Her daddy don't like me, he know I'm from the streets Bitch know I'm a blessing, I put her on her feet [Verse 4: Toohda Band$] Bitch, I'm a demon, I make shiesty music Told my lil' cousin, "Don't hit my cup 'cause this pop polluted" Pink Perc' 10 got me itchin', boy, I'm really zooted You pull a pistol out on me, boy, you better use it Shot a nigga granny house one day, now his granny moving Bro ain't kill him, but he hit him, that nigga barely moving The feds tryna watch my block, they see a lot of movement Blowin' Cookie in the Caddy, brodie really cruising I'd still have a roll if I ain't make no music Take a nigga kit and his blick 'cause he ain't wanna use it When it come to cooking crack, my uncle be the smoothest What's your order on the packs? I can really move it [Verse 5: JUST BANG] Look, ayy, been flippin' chicken, call me Chick-fil-A Live by the park, still don't wanna play Switch on the Drac' make you do a figure eight Half a ki' of coke on your mama dinner plate Been a bad boy, still don't know Mase Been havin' motion, you was never in a race Catfished the bitch, still made her pay Love my bitch Nina, I'ma keep her on my waist I don't want the pussy, I already ate Miss kickin' doors, miss breakin' safes How you OVO and you ain't never had a Drac'? How you hate niggas? You ain't never seen a K [Verse 6: Jugg Harden] My 'migo pushin' dog food, shooter, he a dog too My recipe, I bag it up and get it all moved Bud man, scam man, still shootin' at niggas Pull up to the Bay, I need drank with the sealer Took all they shit, no apologizing I'm fantasizing bricks in a 'Rari Couple lawyer bitches stuffin' blues in they— shh Pull up on they block, load up, sling somethin' Never robbed nothin', stackin' up my hundreds No mask on, lil' hurt and gon' rob somethin' Fuck that lil' ho through her skirt, make the bitch hurt My 'migo a dog too, shooter dog food Colder than the Eskimos, bodies in the attic Sprint from nobody, I'll go rob a nigga dirty I'll go fuck another ho and I'll just add another tally Uh, ayy, move just like the mob do Aimin', shootin' out the streetlights, we in the bushes too Pole-poles on me, I ain't never said I'm worried too I'm drinkin' lean like I got the flu Ayy, uh [Outro] (Bankroll made this beat, baby) (Funk or Die) (Brian, you're so crazy for this)