O.C.D.

Lyrics

[Intro] Swag,Swag [Verse 1: Slim Thug] Swag Bitch I'm fresh up out the bag Every time you see me I be fresh up off a tag I keep a do fifty, keep them hoes on dick I keep a fly ride to keep them saying it's the shit Stay clean I'm a O.C.D nigga Don't get it twisted cause I kick it, I'm a G nigga Say you fly, you ain't G6, that's me, nigga Belt a stack and the shoes two g's nigga See, nigga? My swag got ya budging And you ain't gotta like it but your bitch sure love it It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing when you're hustling I stay O.C.D so stay the fuck away from me (haan!) [Chorus: Killa Kyleon & Slim Thug] X's [?] for the stacks, dubs for the women All on dick, g's how I'm living I'm a street nigga With a lotta cream Stupid with a bunch of guap that mean I got swag Bitch we turnt up These niggas cut down Oh that's your main ho? She's just a bust down I'm a street nigga, with a lot of cream Stupid with a bunch of guap that mean I got swag [Verse 2: Killa Kyleon] Real nigga, one hunnid 99 ain't adding up Chase the paper I'm speeding, nigga Looking back when I pass you up Now pass the cup I'm leaning Two zips I'm dreaming With a bad bitch, your last bitch She mine now cause I cash-get I'm talking money, you talking slow They all ears, I'm talking more Your pockets quiet, they speechless What the fuck are you talking for? Fresh like I hopped out plastic Stuck on the ground like velcro Pedal to the floor, I'm mashing And that red coupe look like Elmo Street nigga not no sesame Money-making my recipe Garlic weed and that french toast [?????] Making bread my specialty All I do is count like Dracula Get more, get more, stack it up Money make her come, she freaking Reverse, reverse, back it up She wine fine, Moscato bottle My neck, my wrist like Colorado Rocky nigga, I'm Stallone Syrup my soda, kush my cologne T-E-X-A-S, nigga, run that bitch like Jay do [??] Money my main, your ex-bitch Running that bitch like [??] [Chorus: Killa Kyleon & Slim Thug] X's [?] for the stacks, dubs for the women All on dick, g's how I'm living I'm a street nigga With a lotta cream Stupid with a bunch of guap that mean I got swag Bitch we turnt up These niggas cut down Oh that's your main ho? She's just a bust down I'm a street nigga, with a lot of cream Stupid with a bunch of guap that mean I got swag [Verse 3: Le$] Brim low, let fly Bitch you know I'm that guy Candy drippin wet, my whip look like it just got baptised Beatin out the trunk, you niggas hear me when I pass by I'm super tight, don't ask why Three blunts' smell, I'm mad high Gucci belt on my dickies, bitches saying I'm pretty Fat ass and them titties, got her coming outta her Vickie's Bitches be coming and bitches be going They loving the way that a nigga be flowing I'm spitting the game and it's getting them hoping to Put my peninsula up in her ocean Hoping I don't blow, so lame Bitch I'm swanging in your lane Mad because they screaming L-E-Dollar and not your name My money growing, no rogaine Them stones whiter than cocaine We showing naked [???] [Chorus: Killa Kyleon & Slim Thug] X's [?] for the stacks, dubs for the women All on dick, g's how I'm living I'm a street nigga With a lotta cream Stupid with a bunch of guap that mean I got swag Bitch we turnt up These niggas cut down Oh that's your main ho? She's just a bust down I'm a street nigga, with a lot of cream Stupid with a bunch of guap that mean I got swag