Young Dro — Odds

[Verse 1: Young Dro] Stock broker, NASDAQ, helicopter pad cat Bitch, 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 fuck 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 Fuck all that bullshit, 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 bitch 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 nigga up, when they find him, they bring half back [Hook: 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] Bitch, 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 bitch, I'mma put four in his confidant Kill him for breakfast, I'mma eat his homeboy for lunch Mashing out, I'm the same nigga 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 shit cause you ain't hot as me Niggas can't be me in the hood but they try to be No! You are not Dro, motherfucker You know you a hater, you a ho, motherfucker, nigga, Dro! [Hook: 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' bitch, she fuck with us, that's a no-brainer She a slow brainer and a fast learner She a bad bitch 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, bitch Smash you in yo' face with this cake, bitch [Hook: 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