Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Odee’ by A Boogie wit da Hoodie. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Boogie wit da Hoodie or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Young Troy, you a genius
Let me beat it up like yeah, girl
Yeah, .44 bulldog
Hit a nigga melon, spill a nigga bean
Everybody saying what they gonna do
But they just talking, they don’t mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
That’s a no-no, get a forty, yup
Yeah, I know I’m prolly too much
Yeah sometimes, I just be odeeing
I was gonna go and try to fall asleep
But I got too much energy
Yeah I was gonna go to Canada deep
But, all my niggas said they got felonies
Yeah, I was gonna pull up in Givenchy
But, I just bought all this ERD shit
I’m too fleek, all the groupies
Yeah, they just wanna get next to me
Yeah, everybody said they run down
Til’ they hear that gun sound on that lemon squeeze
Yeah, bet ya’ homie ain’t ya’ homie
Trust me paparazzi, that’s the police
Yeah, .44 bulldog
Hit a nigga melon, split a nigga bean
Everybody saying what they gonna do
Yeah, but they just talking, they don’t mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
That’s a no-no, get a forty, yup
Yeah, I know I’m prolly too much
Yeah sometimes, I just be odeeing
Yeah, yeah, sometimes, I just be odeeing (she love God and she know Jesus)
Sometimes, I just be odeeing (girl I smoke pot just for no reason)
Yeah, sometimes, I just be odeeing (sometimes, I just be oh yeah)
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
And sometimes I just be odeeing
But I’m from Highbridge, what you thinking?
You can punch in mine if yours is reading
And you can punch in mine if yours is reading
I give you all my time if you give me reasons
You only call my line when you think I’m creeping
The .30 clip too long, you can probably see it
It’s a Hip-Hop song, but I’m R&B-ing
Yeah, .44 bulldog
Yeah, hit a nigga melon, split a nigga bean
Yeah, everybody saying what they gonna do
Yeah, but they just talking, they don’t mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
Yeah, that’s a no-no, get a forty, yeah
Yeah, I know I’m prolly too much
Yeah, sometimes, I just be odeeing