OD - Intellectual

[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

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

I smoke weed, I drink lean

I pop pills, don’t O.D