O2D

[Intro: Toohda Band$]
(Bankroll made this beat, baby)
(Brian, you're so crazy for this)
HME FOD, nigga

[Verse 1: Toohda Band$]
It's a hundred on the chop, gon' shoot this bitch until it burn out
Fuck a late night, we chasin' niggas while the sun out
Give me a thousand years, bitch, I could never put my gun down
My nigga caught a body and walked away, he on the run now
You know this strong Cookie ****, had to put the blunt down
Can't kill his ass on camera, best believe he gettin' stomped out
If it ain't a loose leaf, I roll exotic in a Dark Stout
My chains VVSs, you can see 'em when it's dark out
I almost popped my cousin, I couldn't find my drank
Hotboxin' in a fancy car, almost made her faint
Just stomped a nigga 'Wood, it smelled funny, nigga rolled up shake
Can't believe these niggas poured a brick, boy, that's two whole eights

[Verse 2: JUST BANG]
Look, Hellcat stealer, opp corner bender
Had your main bitch, still ain't wanna send her
Could've bought the coupe, Lamb' truck bigger
Nope, it ain't mine, it's the fat bitch rental
I don't work out, still got buffs
She in love with you, still got fucked
Square white bitch and she got butt
Been had the lo', I was sittin' in the cut
FOD the navy, come to war with us
Brodie got smacked, the opps was blamin' us
Dress in all black, you know we flame it up
Niggas hittin' curbs, guess these niggas drivin' drunk

[Verse 3: Jugg Harden]
SRT truck, I don't wear buffs
Bitch think I'm in love, whole time it's lust
Every time they die, niggas blame us
She link our DMs, she get famous
Your bitch irritating, I don't want relations
I was on house arrest, had the whole house waiting
Had to lift him up, left his soul vacant
I'm with three felons, still on probation
In love with the pussy, I can't even fake it
Steppin' with my mask on, bitch, call me Jason
I just want the money, she just want me
Go dumb with that chop, he don't even think
She get a new nigga quicker than you blink
Just paid the water bill on my neck, it's a sink
Her daddy don't like me, he know I'm from the streets
Bitch know I'm a blessing, I put her on her feet

[Verse 4: Toohda Band$]
Bitch, I'm a demon, I make shiesty music
Told my lil' cousin, "Don't hit my cup 'cause this pop polluted"
Pink Perc' 10 got me itchin', boy, I'm really zooted
You pull a pistol out on me, boy, you better use it
Shot a nigga granny house one day, now his granny moving
Bro ain't kill him, but he hit him, that nigga barely moving
The feds tryna watch my block, they see a lot of movement
Blowin' Cookie in the Caddy, brodie really cruising
I'd still have a roll if I ain't make no music
Take a nigga kit and his blick 'cause he ain't wanna use it
When it come to cooking crack, my uncle be the smoothest
What's your order on the packs? I can really move it

[Verse 5: JUST BANG]
Look, ayy, been flippin' chicken, call me Chick-fil-A
Live by the park, still don't wanna play
Switch on the Drac' make you do a figure eight
Half a ki' of coke on your mama dinner plate
Been a bad boy, still don't know Mase
Been havin' motion, you was never in a race
Catfished the bitch, still made her pay
Love my bitch Nina, I'ma keep her on my waist
I don't want the pussy, I already ate
Miss kickin' doors, miss breakin' safes
How you OVO and you ain't never had a Drac'?
How you hate niggas? You ain't never seen a K

[Verse 6: Jugg Harden]
My 'migo pushin' dog food, shooter, he a dog too
My recipe, I bag it up and get it all moved
Bud man, scam man, still shootin' at niggas
Pull up to the Bay, I need drank with the sealer
Took all they shit, no apologizing
I'm fantasizing bricks in a 'Rari
Couple lawyer bitches stuffin' blues in they— shh
Pull up on they block, load up, sling somethin'
Never robbed nothin', stackin' up my hundreds
No mask on, lil' hurt and gon' rob somethin'
Fuck that lil' ho through her skirt, make the bitch hurt
My 'migo a dog too, shooter dog food
Colder than the Eskimos, bodies in the attic
Sprint from nobody, I'll go rob a nigga dirty
I'll go fuck another ho and I'll just add another tally
Uh, ayy, move just like the mob do
Aimin', shootin' out the streetlights, we in the bushes too
Pole-poles on me, I ain't never said I'm worried too
I'm drinkin' lean like I got the flu
Ayy, uh

[Outro]
(Bankroll made this beat, baby)
(Funk or Die)
(Brian, you're so crazy for this)