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OD Lyrics by T.Y.

Run Dat Shit

2016

[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
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About “OD” by T.Y.

Read the complete lyrics to "OD" by T.Y. from the album "Run Dat Shit" in 2016. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.

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"OD" is credited to T.Y.. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.

"OD" appears on "Run Dat Shit" in 2016.

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