Young Dro, Forgeeauto, Mac Boney - Odds lyrics

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

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

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!

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

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

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