Young Dro - Odds lyrics

(feat. Forgeeauto & Mac Boney) [Verse 1: Young Dro] Stock broker, NASDAQ, helicopter past kept b**h, where yo' a** at? I'm sitting up in this bra** Lac' Please, bring the gas mask, you know I got that gas packed You ain't got no answer to "where the f** is yo' a** 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** all that bullsh**, 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**h 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 You kidding me? Shooters in Italy, ask Sal that Spit a n***a up, when they find him, they bring half back [Hook: Forgeeauto & (Young Dro)] Seventeen chains with eleven rings Mr. "I'll Ball", baby, changing up the game Thirties on the ring, same color c**aine New dimension system, trunk on Liu Kang Amtrak stacks, call me Mr. Soul Train Have the yay to push back, Mr. Soul Plane (Fat as Ben Frank, money in the bank Diamonds chlorine, me, myself and Irene) [Verse 2: Young Dro] b**h, I'm in the Z like Zorro When I come through, I'mma come for something Boo bring the nine-tails, Bobo bring the Pope or something When I see this b**h, I'mma put four in his coat for dunking k** him for breakfast, I'mma eat his whole bunch for lunch Mashing out, I'm the same n***a that they asking bout Kicking 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** cause you ain't hot as me n***as can't be me in the hood but they try to be No! You are not Dro, motherf**er You know you a hater, you a ho, motherf**er, n***a, Dro [Hook] [Verse 3: Mac Boney] It's obvious, I come at these s**ers at another angle Pica**o 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 I ain't afraid to die, I'm in love with danger I'm a lion tamer, I'm a ho trainer Yo' b**h, she f** with us, that's a no-brainer She a slow brainer and a fast learner She a bad b**h 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**h Smash you in yo' face with this cake, b**h [Hook]