Desiigner – LOD Freestyle Lyrics

LOD Freestyle

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"LOD Freestyle." - Desiigner

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 03:00 pm

Album: ii (Deluxe)

Track No: 19

I'm only talkin' to Brooklyn right now, yeah
Let's throw this shit back
Ayo New York, stand the fuck up
This how I'm feelin' (my **** Domingo, East New York representin')
I'm feelin' the vibe, man, I'm feelin' myself
I'm tired of all the bullshit
Huh, huh, yeah
I'ma demolish, floss **** up, light polish
Slam hard in the paint and I ain't Ben Wallace
Tony Hawk, kickflip the brick then I grind it
Audemar on my wrist so you know it's shinin'
So fuck **** can't ask the time
Team about the green, like Rondo, we pack the .9
Have his face all sour like he taste the lime
Get it? Yeah, remember, yeah, he taste the nine
With a fresh pair of Timbo's, two guns, a kimbo
Have hit whole body leaned back like it's limbo
Why his lil' sister tryna peep in the window?
Been spittin' bars since the days of Nintendo
AK the movie, just watch how it extendo
So when I bring it out, I expect y'all to get low (thraah)
Uh-huh, haha
Hold on Flex, we goin' crazy, hold on, hold on, hold on
Ford truck, just started the ignition
Tom Cruise, yeah, the way I complete a mission
Leave the murder scene quickly without a witness
Listen to Fabolous, fuck the competition
I'm the drill sergeant, make the coach do the jumpin' jacks
Fiend be the good critic, tell them **** holler back
In the streets, I'm the type of **** that'll never lack
Catch me in the church with a pistol tucked in the slack
MAC-11, 357, we send the Devil on 'em
High on the scoreboard, yeah, we got some levels on 'em
And they still ain't find that case, we put the shovel on 'em
We put the metal to 'em, gah, gah
Got me, we got them, we livin' lavish
Lifestyle, I got rich, but still savage
Sid the kid go psycho, Ol' Dirty Bastard
13, a big magazine, I'm causing havoc
Rob the rich ****, was poor, I'm kickin' through the door
Every day, tryna get rich, I want a little more
Sippin' lean up all night, I'm talkin' to the Lord
**** think they gettin' some money, I'm diggin' in her drawls
Sid the kid
I ain't never trust no pig, kill 'em all
Went to the GRAMMY's, I fed the family, did it all
Lot of mistakes, but I'ma make it through them all
God, how you feel about me?
I'm at the top by myself, how you feel about me?
I'm on the block with the gat, how you feel about me?
If he an opp, he a rat, how you feel about me?
Flex, how you feel about me?
Game no choice, kill 'em all
Hear the pain in my voice, kill 'em all
Tipsy off Hennessy, fuck 'em all, that's the remedy
Big dog steppin' in the spot, they feel the energy
Cameras on my house just to watch out for the enemy
Got the Devil on my side, he a friend of me
God, how you feel?
Grindin' to the top for the mill's, I want it all

Writer(s): Sidney Royel Selby III & Domingo Padilla.

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