OD

Lyrics

[Verse 1: T.Y.] Look, On a bar I don't wana talk so I'm dodging cars Look, on a bar I don't wana talk so don't call my phone I just got a bitch and I broke her off in a foreign car [Verse 2: Ghetto Children] Got a bad bitch that work at On-Star She a porn star she gon' suck and fuck for me on call I'm a real nigga I do real drugs Snorting molly sliding through the fourth ward [Verse 3: T.Y.] Spitting fire like a blow torch Drinking lean straight up out the bottle Chewing pills like M&Ms I don't wanna be a role model [Verse 4: Ghetto Children] I can make a nigga bitch holla I can break a nigga safe quick In and out a nigga front door with that AK he won't say shit He a straight bitch [Verse 5: T.Y.] Look, we know that they pay the shooter first Imma bust his head then go to church Put his school picture on a t-shirt It ain't one shooter bitch it's teamwork [Verse 6: Ghetto Children] Had to dip fast 'cause the police came Now we running down the block real quick I feel like Will Smith off Fresh Prince Fuck with mine thats a death wish [Chorus: T.Y.] Don't O.D. Trynna fuck round with me Don't O.D. Trynna fuck round with me Don't O.D. Trynna fuck round with me I smoke weed, I drink lean I pop pills, don't O.D [Verse 7: Ghetto Children] Fill the tank poppin' double R's Rolling to the mall with a foreign broad Pulled off in a foreign car With them cookies on me like they in a jar Counting money with the ceiling off Fucking with me than its really war BOP BOP we could hit em all All this dirty on me what we sippin' for All these bitches with us why you cuffing her All these wiggles round we get through 'em all Full of purple we be smoking hard Heartless with me he gon' set it off Hella high off of seven 'gars Make them bitches hop in separate cars If I want it I pay for it Soulja Slim probably living through us Cut is tucked but we could bring a four Molly dealing shop never closed Back to back like Drake bars NOLA niggas never settle for Less, only the best Run up a check, ice on my neck I gotta flex, got my respect High as a jet, I smoke the best, yes [Chorus: T.Y.] Don't O.D. Trynna fuck round with me Don't O.D. Trynna fuck round with me Don't O.D. Trynna fuck round with me I smoke weed, I drink lean I pop pills, don't O.D