Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Even the Odds , by - Molly Brazy. Release date: 10.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Even the Odds |
| Uh huh, let’s even the odds |
| You got shooters, I got shooters |
| You got killers, I got killers, let’s get it |
| Let’s even the odds |
| You got money, I got money |
| You like money, I like money, I’m with it |
| Let’s even the odds |
| I got it out the mud, I had to work for this |
| So you ain’t taking shit, you gotta work for this |
| Let’s even the odds |
| Thirty pointers, thirty rounds, thirty strips |
| Under thirty, ride around with thirty years |
| Let’s even the odds |
| They said I couldn’t count, I’m breaking calculators |
| Rubber bands keep popping, man this shit aggravating |
| Love them bands like we hungry, we ain’t ate for days |
| So many chicken fiends running up with paper plates |
| I pray they don’t tempt me, I pray they don’t flip me |
| I’m fed bound, when you see me put your head down |
| Birds tryna tag me 'cause I’m dragging all this bread around |
| Good dope got this bitch looking like a hookah lounge |
| What can you do to me that I can’t do to you? |
| I got niggas spooked |
| A hundred on the chop, we rock them like some tennis shoes |
| I been improved |
| I don’t fuck with bums, I don’t fuck with crumbs |
| All I know is money, don’t touch me if you ain’t getting none |
| Let’s even the odds |
| You got shooters, I got shooters |
| You got killers, I got killers, let’s get it |
| Let’s even the odds |
| You got money, I got money |
| You like money, I like money, I’m with it |
| Let’s even the odds |
| I got it out the mud, I had to work for this |
| So you ain’t taking shit, you gotta work for this |
| Let’s even the odds |
| Thirty pointers, thirty rounds, thirty strips |
| Under thirty, ride around with thirty years |
| Let’s even the odds |
| I’ll come to you if you can’t get to me |
| Or give them boys a ten piece and this ain’t Mickey D’s |
| In the city on the six up at Nicky D’s |
| Drinking Remy, I ain’t getting to that Nicki beef |
| 'Cause I play for keeps so don’t play with me |
| That forty stay with me, sneak dissing not okay with me |
| You 25 right? |
| or damn near close to it |
| And still dirty, don’t you know that they make soap, stupid? |
| Hellcat, I just told my label pray for me |
| Chanel shopper, shit this just another day for me |
| You ain’t know, rap a hobby, bitch I got a job |
| And that’s balling on you bitches, I don’t fuck with opps |
| Let’s even the odds |
| You got shooters, I got shooters |
| You got killers, I got killers, let’s get it |
| Let’s even the odds |
| You got money, I got money |
| You like money, I like money, I’m with it |
| Let’s even the odds |
| I got it out the mud, I had to work for this |
| So you ain’t taking shit, you gotta work for this |
| Let’s even the odds |
| Thirty pointers, thirty rounds, thirty strips |
| Under thirty, ride around with thirty years |
| Let’s even the odds |