Odd Man
Title | Odd Man |
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Artist | KayCyy |
Album | Patient Enough |
Release Date | 2020-03-27 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: KayCyy] Myles Reefa what you got boy? (Yeah, ayy, yeah) Woah [Verse 1: KayCyy] In Melody I bring the sauce, I fuck the game up (Fuck the game up) Don’t feel sorry for no lingo, not your checker (Not your checker) 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) [Chorus: Kaycyy] It’s a party, It’s a party when we walk in (Walk in) Got us shakin’ on the Henny and the Champagne (Champagne) I’m from meliware, lil' mama, she my drunk friend (She might 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, God, shit is odd man I’m so different from these niggas, God, this shit is odd man [Post-Chorus: Kaycyy] 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 [Verse 2: KayCyy] 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 [Verse 3: Lil Baby] Fifty whole racks on some McLaren Had your bitch at the spot doing some 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 Feelin’ another Louis bag with dead faces Tryna dodge the fed cases, I’m running from my dead weight Tryin’ to put new bezel on that verse, give me a 38 Hop out on that red Wraith, take ‘em on a led chase Police tryna investigate, I told him that’s a dead case They asked for my ID, Imma get it out the feet I was really in the street, chasing dreams like Omid You are not on my side, ain’t getting up in my team Niggas screaming they gon’ ride, when we meet up we gon’ see Ain't gon’ lie, I’m on fire, I’m a nigga waiting I been fucking on they hoes that’s why these niggas hate me Get a nigga knocked off, while we balling no team You might also like[Chorus: KayCyy & Lil Baby] It’s a party, it’s a party when we walk in (Walk in) Got us shakin’ on the Henny and the Champagne (Champagne, yeah) I’m from meliware, lil' mama, she my drunk friend (She might drop 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, God, shit is odd man I’m so different from these niggas, God, this shit is odd man [Post-Chorus: KayCyy] Ah (Whoa), this shit is odd man Ay nah, this shit is odd man I put on for my city, I put on for my city [Verse 4: KayCyy] 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 year It is a new year Rockin’ Moncler, for the Winter, yeah It’s litty over here, wanna see me yeah [Chorus: KayCyy] It’s a party, It’s a party when we walk in (Walk in) Got us shakin’ on the Henny and the Champagne (Champagne) I’m from meliware, lil' mama, she my drunk friend (She might drop 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, God, shit is odd man I’m so different from these niggas, God, this shit is odd man [Post-Chorus: KayCyy] Ah (Whoa), this shit is odd man Ay nah, this shit is odd man [Outro: KayCyy & Lil Baby] 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 those racks in Oh, this shit is odd man Ay whoa, this shit is odd man |