KayCyy and Lil Baby - Odd Man
(Myles)
(Reefa what you got boy?)
Yeah, ayy, yeah (woah)
New melody I bring the sauce, I fuck the game up (fuck the game up)
Don't feel sorry for no lingo, run yo' check up (run yo' check up)
This that new G651, this not Atlanta (this not Atlanta)
Brought that bag in, bring yo' bad friend
You too fine to be standing there alone, ya (alone ya)
I need more than put my number in your phone ya (your phone)
Bring your best friend, we don't send no FN (yeah, yeah)
She don't do no light liquor, I'm pourin' Hen (pourin' Hen)
It's a party, it's a party when we walk in (walk in)
Got them chickens off the Henny and that champagne (champagne)
I'm from Meliware, lil' mama, she my drunk friend (she my drunk friend)
She know I get started, I go all in (all in)
She know I be balling like DeRozan on offense (whoa)
I'm so antisocial I don't trust niggas at all man
It's a bigger picture to me, dog, this shit is odd man
I'm so different from these niggas, dog, this shit is odd man
Ah (whoa), this shit is odd man
Ayy, nah, this shit is odd man
I put on for my city, I put on for my city
I'm a boss just like Diddy, yeah
Know we never get it, ayy, whoa, ayy
Watch I turn a dollar to a milli', ayy, whoa
Goofy niggas, never playin' and no silly games, whoa, ayy
Told my niggas stay hungry like we never ate (like we never ate)
Blew about ten racks just to motivate
Fifty whole racks on some McLaren
Had your bitch at the spot doing a backbend
I can't hit it like I wanna she get to tax quick
Get the homies through the back, we got new straps in
Fill another Louis bag with dead faces
Tryna dodge the fed cases, I'm running from my dead weight
Tryna put them meds away, them Percs give me a headache
Hop out that new red Wraith, take 'em on a led chase
Police tryna investigate, I told him that's a dead case
They asked for my ID, I'ma get it out the feet
I was really in the street, chasing dreams like I'm Meek
Oh, why he inside? They know they just want my seat
Niggas screaming they gon' ride, when we meet up we gon' see
Ain't gon' lie, I'm on fire, I'm a G-O-A-T
I been fucking on they hoes that's why these niggas hate me
Get a nigga knocked off, while we ballin' OT
It's a party, it's a party when we walk in (walk in)
Got them chickens off the Henny and that champagne (champagne)
I'm from Meliware, lil' mama, she my drunk friend (she my drunk friend)
She know I get started, I go all in (all in)
She know I be balling like DeRozan on offense (whoa)
I'm so antisocial I don't trust niggas at all man
It's a bigger picture to me, dog, this shit is odd man
I'm so different from these niggas, dog, this shit is odd man
Ah (whoa), this shit is odd man
Ayy, nah, this shit is odd man
I put on for my city, I put on for my city
She perform like she Nicki, but she sippin' on some Remy
Circle small, nigga tricky, got my haters in they feelings
Man, I know they get offended when they see the sauce drippin'
I got liquor, I got weed I got everything you need
Got expensive on my feet, don't you step up on these cleats
I'm so twisted, I'm off taetochew, antagonize her G, ayy
My shorty, she so fleek, I know she rubbing off on me, ayy
Running up them charge, that's me
Next up, on God, that's me
I don't believe in getting lucky
I work hard for these, uh
They gon' cherish me, yeah
Spend that money, years, yeah
And give that family, yeah
It is a new year
Rockin' Moncler, for the Winter, yeah
It's litty over here, wanna see me, yeah
It's a party, it's a party when we walk in (walk in)
Got them chickens off the Henny and that champagne (champagne)
I'm from Meliware, lil' mama, she my drunk friend (she my drunk friend)
She know I get started, I go all in (all in)
She know I be balling like DeRozan on offense (whoa)
I'm so antisocial I don't trust niggas at all man
It's a bigger picture to me, dog, this shit is odd man
I'm so different from these niggas, dog, this shit is odd man
Ah (whoa), this shit is odd man
Ayy, nah, this shit is odd man
This shit is odd man
You are not on my side, ain't getting up in my team
All these green on the blue, got these racks man
Took all those charges in the club, I got them racks in
Oh, this shit is odd man
Ayy, whoa, this shit is odd man
Written by:
Dominque Jones, Luke Kibwe, Mark Mbogo, Myles William Moraites, Sharif Emil Slater
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