DDG - OD lyrics

[DDG - OD lyrics]

Yeah, ayy, okay mmm, mmm, mmm
I do not play by the rules
Devo this shit hard

I do not play by the rules
They can not slow me down
They see that I'm makin' moves
Wan' be my homie now
Shawty is datin' ole dude
But she wanna blow me now
Don't tell me what you gon' do
You gotta show me now

I'm in the city with biddies
They showin' they titties
They fuckin' with me
Pull up to Dyckman, Dominican shorties
Be really be lookin' OD
Moncler coat in the NYC with a
PYT and she all on me
Cartier shades and it's dark outside
But I only got 'em on 'cause I'm high OD

Move like Obama, I just bought a llama
I named it Osama, it solve all the drama
Just got a comma, spent that on my momma
'Cause being dead broke gave
The family trauma
I'm givin' all of these hood niggas hope
Showin' them niggas, ain't gotta sell dope
Take a percentage and show you the ropes
Business is business, you know how that go
I got the money, the fame, and bitches
I'm fuckin' your missus
She really don't love you
I'ma just fly her ass out of the country
And play with the kitty
But never gon' cuff you
Five star meals when I eat these days
My homie just told me I'm bougie
Friday night's in the LA lights
Let's make a fuckin' movie

I do not play by the rules
They can not slow me down
They see that I'm makin' moves
Wan' be my homie now
Shawty is datin' ole dude
But she wanna blow me now
Don't tell me what you gon' do
You gotta show me now

I'm in the city with biddies
They showin' they titties
They fuckin' with me
Pull up to Dyckman, Dominican shorties
Be really be lookin' OD
Moncler coat in the NYC with a
PYT and she all on me
Cartier shades and it's dark outside
But I only got 'em on 'cause I'm high OD

Get that gas and I roll that
Gas, and I hit that gas
Now I'm high so fast
Rolls Royce Wraith with a V-12 engine
If I hit that gas, i'ma swerve right pass
Young rich nigga, I don't take no shit
I'll beat a nigga ass 'cause
I ain't no bitch
Ain't no cap this is real life nigga
'cause it ain't no script and
It ain't no skit
Flex OD 'cause I made me a milli'
And I did it own my own
And my childhood rough
Bad bitch with me and she off that stuff
By twelve I'ma fuck, if she cuff
That's tough you think you know but
You really don't know
I had to choose the right path I would go
Could've sold drugs 'cause I really was
Poor, but I was smart, man
I know how that go

I do not play by the rules
They can not slow me down
They see that I'm makin' moves
Wan' be my homie now
Shawty is datin' ole dude
But she wanna blow me now
Don't tell me what you gon' do
You gotta show me now

I'm in the city with biddies
They showin' they titties
They fuckin' with me
Pull up to Dyckman, Dominican shorties
Be really be lookin' OD
Moncler coat in the NYC with a
PYT and she all on me
Cartier shades and it's dark outside
But I only got 'em on 'cause I'm high OD

I'm in the city with biddies
They showin' they titties
They fuckin' with me
Pull up to Dyckman, Dominican shorties
Be really be lookin' OD
Moncler coat in the NYC with a
PYT and she all on me
Cartier shades and it's dark outside
But I only got 'em on 'cause I'm high OD

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