Odds On (feat. Yung Nagasaki, Lil Bray Bray, Aymock & Slippery Syn)

It's your boy it's the man Yung Nagasaki coming through with a plan I'm Blowing up this track blowing up American's Like they did in pearl harbour Man that shit was a sham Imma do it better this time Cause I'm going hard like this beat do Fuck a shorty in my tent That's what I do Build a fire and I chill with the homies Till the morn Then I go hide in my car and watch some porn Fuckin it up We in the woods Up in north Ontario We camping out here for the week We eating honey Cheerios Heading over to the beach Damn look at all the girls Fuck em all One by one Stack of condoms Full of sperm They call me axe boy and you'll see why I slice up this beat like I slice up some pie All you gotta do is gimme some wood And I'll shove it in my ass it'll fit real good They call me adin Ross cuz I act so gay I've touched all the homies sexually Now they've all told me to write a line But I'd much rather sniff one in my spare time Go into the woods and kill a boar Come back to the campfire cook a smore Yeah it's Yung Carti on this beat With the boys so I'll beat my meat See an angel in the sky Maybe I should go and die Shit never mind, she's a devils girl She got me cursed like the fucking black pearl Everything's harder with Yung Carti They fuck with me like they mad at me Freestyle god like my real one Stevie Classics all day while we in the streets Living good all day and night Can't live in this imperfect life Stay grinding until we hit the top No more living like we gonna drop Me and all the homies sitting right around the fire I be roasting perfect marshmallows you know I won't retire Ya we sipping orange Fanta and we munching on Doritos As we tell our scary stories and we swat away mosquitos Wake up in the morning and start up the grill Then I wince in dismay at the pancakes I'm making I look to my right and I see my boy Carti I give him a nod as he fries up some bacon We sit at our camp and I'm lookin around the only thing I'm seeing is men in their forties We head to the beach and we're having a blast When I'm with the boys I got no time for shorties 69 problems but a bitch ain't one Cuz I'm chillin with my boys yea that's so much fun We out in the wilderness under the sun I just walked up in the game and I'm still not done Yo These bitches bouncing on my dick I got them screaming give me more My raps are hot like a camp fire be roasting these boys like they s'mores A hot girl summer all the women showing off their peach All my boys just enjoy when we flirting at the beach I be cooking up these beats whipping in the kitchen My dick is so big it's these tents I be pitching With my gangster style they think I'm from the hood She massage my penis call that chopping my wood