Odds lyrics

by

T.I.


[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Stock broker, NASDAQ, helicopter pad cat
b*tch, where yo' ass at? I'm sitting up in this brass Lac'
Please, bring the gas mask, you know I got that gas back
You ain't got no ass at all, where the f*ck is yo' ass at?
Boing! Just, I suggest that we should go and grab that
Project shawty, I am in the cut right where the path at
f*ck all that bullsh*t, this where we do the math at
Show me where the cash at, I take off like a half back
Mafia, capisce? Dining at Joe's Crab Shack
Pull up in the Lamb', tell my b*tch she could have that
Westside mansion, this where I take my bath at
After she get through serving me head, where her cab at?
Uh, I'm in the lab, black
You told me shawty life wasn't cool, so I declared that
Kidding me? Shooters in Italy, ask Sal that
Spit a n*gga up, when they find him, they bring half back

[Chorus: Forgeeauto & Young Dro]
Seventeen chains with eleven rings
Mr. Oddball baby, changing up the game
Thirties on the Range, same color cocaine
New dimension system, trunk on Liu Kang
Amtrak stacks, call me Mr. Soul Train
Aviator kush pack, Mr. Soul Plane
Fat as Ben Frank, money in the bank
Diamonds chlorine, me, myself and Irene
[Verse 2: Young Dro]
b*tch, I'm in the Z like Zorro
When I come through, I'mma come for something
Boo bring the nine-tails, Bobo bring the pump or something
When I see ya b*tch, I'mma put four in his confidant
Kill him for breakfast, I'mma eat his homeboy for lunch
Mashing out, I'm the same n*gga that they asking bout
Kick it like Liu Kang, it's time to bring the action out
I'm the real, sole controller of this monopoly
Get wrong for real and I'll knock you off properly
Gotta be on top of my sh*t cause you ain't hot as me
n*ggas can't be me in the hood but they try to be
No! You are not Dro, motherf*cker
You know you a hater, you a ho, motherf*cker, n*gga, Dro!

[Chorus: Forgeeauto & Young Dro]
Seventeen chains with eleven rings
Mr. Oddball baby, changing up the game
Thirties on the Range, same color cocaine
New dimension system, trunk on Liu Kang
Amtrak stacks, call me Mr. Soul Train
Aviator kush pack, Mr. Soul Plane
Fat as Ben Frank, money in the bank
Diamonds chlorine, me, myself and Irene

[Verse 3: Mac Boney]
It's obvious, I come at these suckers at another angle
Picasso of my time, I'm a different painter
Throwing ones at a dime, she a perfect stranger
I shot my pistol in the sky, almost hit a angel
Ain't afraid to die, I'm in love with danger
I'm a lion tamer, I'm a ho trainer
Yo' b*tch, she f*ck with us, that's a no-brainer
She a slow brainer and a fast learner
She a bad b*tch so she a good earner
I get to Ike-ing on yo' ho, she act like Tina Turner
I get to playing with these racks, it ain't safe, b*tch
Smash you in yo' face with this cake, b*tch
[Chorus: Forgeeauto & Young Dro]
Seventeen chains with eleven rings
Mr. Oddball baby, changing up the game
Thirties on the Range, same color cocaine
New dimension system, trunk on Liu Kang
Amtrak stacks, call me Mr. Soul Train
Aviator kush pack, Mr. Soul Plane
Fat as Ben Frank, money in the bank
Diamonds chlorine, me, myself and Irene
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