What's The Odds? ft. G Malio Lyrics

I was ski'd up in the backseat

Took a summer off to get right, now the bag deep

How the fuck we get a certified trapper, On a certified trap beat

I don't wanna talk, I want him gone, this ain't rap beef

Fast lane, Ivo in that track, this ain't that jeep

You was coppin' bows for the low, now the gas cheap

I don't wanna speak, I wanna hear the money counter beep

I just set the bar that get these niggas high, but its still out of reach

It's kinda hard for you to make pape, so you tryna beef

A nigga not rich yet, so I ain't goin' to sleep

Down two, five seconds left, I'm gonna shoot to three

Yo, bitch, watch me sell the whole bow, now she wanna eat the D

Try to run off with the bow until he seen the heat

Remember when she ain't want a nigga, now she can't wait to see me

I'm tryna trap these bows off, lil' bitch, we can't kick it like FIFA

You can't make paper, nigga, I heard that you hot

Even my mama can vouch that I beat the block

I put trust in this Draco and knock you out your socks

I'm walkin' around this bitch like John Wick, I'm tryna get him boxed

This city really full of headhunters, you can pick a thot

Bitch, I'm from the O, we leavin' O's right there in the lot

You ain't gettin' paid for dick ridin', you should get a job

The game dirty, I had TJ walkin' with a mop

I elevated, I ain't takin' stairs, meet me at the top

Niggas need to stop, cause now they homies keep on gettin' popped

I ain't know she was a wife, cause she was actin' like another bop

I could show you how to make a pig fly, here come another cop

I had to lock in, but shit, I would've quit if I had other options

I mean, I'm only chasin' bands, I'm tryna get it rockin'

The way I'm gettin' bread, they startin' thinkin' I'm Illuminati

I don't even want the head, I'm tryna get the body

We start pullin' out them shotties, niggas gettin' cocky

Hit him in his head, he tryna fight, he goin' out like Rocky

Your main nigga fucks your main bitch, you goin' out like Scottie

You insane, I can't fuck a lame bitch, I give it to my Ocky

Free my brother out of jail, that nigga really wylin'

I'm tryna get my nigga out the jam and get him back in college

If money come with more problems, I need all the problems

You gotta treat her like a used car if she got hella mileage

I just started lockin' in, the money started pilin'

You see me, I was startin' sextin', just like my nigga Colin

You had a run, I'm tryna get you gone, just like that nigga Biden

New Glock, I'm prayin' for the day a nigga wanna try

Could've been a plug, cause I be smokin' gas, they tryna buy

Niggas kids, I don't wanna play, but I might let it slide

You got it wrong, I don't want the bitch, I'm tryna get inside

I know I'm fucked up, you might see the devil, look me in my eyes

I'm really locked in and bitch, I want it all, tell me what's the odds