Beat the Odds

Fuck the stats, I be beatin' the odds Hittin' the blunt, it be makin' me calm Rock the turban just like I'm Saddam I'ma blow up just like I'm a bomb I'ma leave a lil' nigga embalmed I'ma put her in Christian Dior Eat a shroom, I'ma pop me a four She gon' sweep up them racks on the floor (Yeah) Leave a bitch nigga dead on the floor (Yeah) Like Iran we gon' go straight to war (Yeah) Got the Tesla, this bitch got some torque (Yeah) I just caught me a juug at the state fair I just sent me a bag next day air Need a bad ho, know I'm on the way there She need dick, hold on, I'm on the way there (Yeah) I got ice like a rink, I can skate there Drop them bands and my dawg, he gon' off 'em Got a hand like Gervonta, the boxer I'm not Polish, but she want my sausage Got the drip, I got several sauces Aggravated, the chopper assault 'em Shoot these niggas like pumpkins and carve 'em I got numbers, you know I be cardin' I got bitches, you know I got Barbies Man, these niggas be pussy, they'd rather hate Gotta drop me some songs, I can't go on dates I get freaky with info, I stay out late I'ma drink so much Casein and drop a tape I'ma press me a button, then drop the top Nigga play with the gang, we gon' crop his top Had juice up the Dodge, that shit in the shop Heard they wanted some smoke, so we spin his block I know Arabs like Gazi who give me funding I got white collars sluts and they give me fun and I know KGB people, I'm cool with Russians I can't help it, she know that I love the 'tussin I can't help it, she know that I love to fuck her Burnin' mamas and plus I be burnin' Gushers I got shops I don't wanna block, Andre Drummond She be leakin' just like a pipe, steady cummin' Need a hat on your head, nigga, steady cappin' Want the whole thing, I do not want just a fraction Want your body 'cause that shit there real attractive Want your face 'cause that shit there is real attractive Once you sign to my name, it ain't no redactin' I'ma send out them shooters, they gon' get active I'ma send out them shooters, they get to whackin' I ain't doin' no talkin', no paragraphin' I ain't shakin' no hands, I ain't tryna dap you With the butt of this pistol, might have to slap you Got a ass on the back, I might have to slap it From the jungle, so I use guerrilla tactics I done blew up this year and I'm still cardin' That pack won an award so I'm overchargin' Got a M in the bank, I still ride Charger Got a M in the bank but I'm goin' harder Fuck the stats, I be beatin' the odds Hittin' the blunt, it be makin' me calm Rock the turban just like I'm Saddam I'ma blow up just like I'm a bomb I'ma leave a lil' nigga embalmed I'ma put her in Christian Dior Eat a shroom, I'ma pop me a four She gon' sweep up them racks on the floor (Yeah) Leave a bitch nigga dead on the floor (Yeah) Like Iran we gon' go straight to war (Yeah) Got the Tesla, this bitch got some torque (Yeah) I just caught me a juug at the state fair I just sent me a bag next day air Need a bad ho, know I'm on the way there She need dick, hold on, I'm on the way there I got ice like a rink, I can skate there