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"Od." - Hunxho

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:41 am

Album: Street Poet

Track No: 05

Bad kid (Billy, what you cookin' up?)
Nose runnin', fucked up, ain't have no money (fucked up, ain't have no money)
Momma cryin' every day, but she wasn't cuttin' no onions (she wasn't cuttin' no onions)
Zach Lavine in the trap, don't ask how we got that door jumpin' (got that door jumpin')
We gon' leave the hood by fall, we grind the whole summer
Sittin' in the cell, they try hold me (hold me)
I been endurin' so much pain that I might OD (OD)
Yeah, I get eight 'bout all my partners, long live Kobe (long live Kobe)
Had too much time on my hands, went bought the rollie (rollie)
Feelin' like I made it to the league, they tryna sign us (they tryna sign us)
Damn, bro had me sick, fuckin' up my sinus (fuckin' up my sinus)
Now my money long like a bitch hair who from the islands (who from the islands)
They ain't think I'd turn out this way, Miley Cyrus (Miley Cyrus)
She said she want a bad boy, Martin Lawrence (Martin Lawrence)
I kicked her out the bedroom, poor performance (poor performance)
I got the trap on jump, man, Michael Jordan (Michael Jordan)
Swear, I'm gon' kill, Goldilocks gon' take my porridge (gon' take my porridge)
Swear, I was broke as fuck like a exhale (like a exhale)
I swear, I can't keep droppin' all these hits, it makes my head swell (it makes my head swell)
And ****, I've been goin' hard without a red pill (without a red pill)
I dare my opponent try to cross me, ****, Rico did (fuck it)
And we ain't tryna button no coat, we got crack though (we got crack though)
And I heard you got a shooter, he like Shaq though (he like Shaq though)
I ain't talkin' 'bout no computer with the MAC though (with the MAC though)
In that hoe just like a Uber, how we back door (how we back door)
And I ain't from Philadelphia, I'm a zone-sixer
Please, don't bring yo' ho around, Pittsburgh, Steeler
Remember I was broke, now I ball just like Gilbert
30 in this glizzy, on nobody stuff, I'm the real Curry
Tryna touch a million, a million
Boys in the hood slide with a MAC-10
I can't trust a bitch, Will Smith, they be actin' (on God)
We go gang, got my pants baggy, just like back then, we don't trust 'em
Walk 'em down with a pump, like I'm tryna hunt somethin' (hunt somethin')
Stick gotta kick on that bitch, tryna punch somethin'
We gon' snatch your man's up, we gon' kill him, fuck a ransom
We can't beef with the free smoke, God give him cancer
Playin' with that white shit, that shit look like dandruff
I'ma hit my Marco, no, I'm a bandit
ET phone, home from another planet
Playin', I'm a Jackson, I don't know 'bout Janet
I don't know 'bout Janet
From another planet
****, I'm a bandit

Writer(s): Saad Amin.

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