Odd Future Lyrics – TrDee
Singer: TrDee
Title: Odd Future
[Ooh sh#t, that’s a Danny G beat
Hey
The way she suck dick, man, I think this b#tch a p#rn star
Two chains, 2022, I’m gon’ have four charms
Shoot the wheels off that Trackhawk, you won’t soar far
European sneakers push the pedal in a foreign car
Some hoes’ll really let you f#ck because of who you are
Teacher asked me what I wanna be, I told her #ss, “A star”
Do the dash, Ricky Bobby, if the money calling
I’ma keep sh#tting on these n#gg#s till I’m in a coffin
Foreign kicks, shooting sh#t like I’m Gallinari
White Cariters looking like a plate of calamari
Out in Cali off some Wockiana, I might crash the ‘Rari
Drop an opp, go home then throw his dumbass a party
Slim thick snow bunny, my lil’ cocaina
Feet up off the beach, chilling in my beater
I can be in Cali, man, I’m still ’round with the heater
Came through and team wiped the gang, this lil’ b#tch a eater
Supreme trucker, would’ve thought that I was Odd Future
Was on the bench when we was hooping, y’all are not shooters
Not to mention can’t afford some Glocks, y’all went and copped Rugers
In a Hellcat, I’m only tryna dodge troopers
Asked her is she throwing neck before I come and scoop her
I just need you for the brain, be my lil’ tutor
You ain’t elevating n#gg#s, how are you a boss?
You can’t never get a win, you like
Eighty dollar three-five, this some Giant Fuyu
Sleeve Nash, bet the play green if I slide it to you
I don’t fight, throw a jab? I’ma probably try and shoot you
b#tch so evil, f#ck around and probably try some voodoo
Pocket full of blues, clip full of hollows
Fit five thousand, when I walk bet the drip gon’ follow
Goose dub in the club, told them b#tches, “Get some ponchos”
CPN fire than a f#ck, I might get a condo
Could brag but I don’t, guess I’m a humble beast
Yeah, I heard you jumped off the porch but you ain’t cross the street
She a cold lil’ b#tch but the head is heat
Gang’ll rather camp like it’s COD, they don’t like to tweet
Somewhere in his bushes, pop up on him when he leaving out
We ain’t even make it to the bed, I hit her on the couch
I’m applying pressure, can’t forget they used to count me out
Yeah, I heard yo song, I hate to say you not gon’ make it out
Ballsack on the Honey Badger, this a hunnid shots
Try and get off? I bet you run and drop
Quagen out the pint, you get sleepy off a couple drops
Getting free firearms, online punching Glocks
Tell a b#tch before we f#ck, “Show me yo Credit Karma”
Heard them boys hit him with Klay Thompson, caught eleven of ’em
Told neph’ he cannot come around, he always up to something
We was sitting when the site down, now it’s up and running
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