Hang with us or bang with us
No protection on we dangerous
I'm Peter Pan in Wonderland
You're Tinker bell on Angel dust
Cantankerous, don't aim at us
I'll take my shot, at your cranium
I'm catacombs, I shadow clone
She tryna bone, there's 8 of us
I don't see your damn pigment
Yellow bitches like Simpsons
Throwing bitches like Pikmin
Then I bail like Christian
Thought I'm odd, even though I'm getting paid
They prod and prod, I'm raising stakes
They thought I'm odd, they talked and talked
I beat the odds like MMA
I don't do well to authority
Shut the f*ck up, your are boring me
I love when you are recording me
So far from home like I'm Dorothy
So far the pros are supporting me
Daily to weekly to quarterly
I got the money I'm over G
Going in cycles like ovaries
Why you so dumb, get setback
You think I'm a joke, I get that
I'm a egg yoke, I flex that
I don't play poker but I bet that
I'mma fly away like a Jetpack
I'm a strong boy, lemme flex that
I'm a big boy, like eggplant
I'm a odd boy, better get back
They were just calling me odd
Now they just calling me god
Pull up with a bitch like I'm Zod
You look like the type to get robbed
Put me in the field and I just go
I ain't never needed to be told
You ain't shit niggas lately like to stretch
It's still da feet even on tippie toes
I am not the type to cry and fold
I am more the type to hit a bowl
I am not the type to text your girl
I am more the type to call her phone
Some of y'all ain't used to being bold
Y'all ain't never f*cked in Mexico
Or seen the homie, smacked him in his mouth
Then tell his chick it's time for y'all to go
It's a marvel I was lowkey
Stagnant bitches are annoying
I heard them say they miss the old me
But I don't talk to employees
I am not tricking this bag. Did the kickflip then I land
While y'all was out sniffing them Xans
I got yo chick off the gram
I was way up in Def Jam
I was on calls with execs. I hit a chick from Kuwait
Y'all ain't even know where that's at
Everything I spit is facts
Berkeley boys to the bag
Odd (feat. Okay June) Video (MV)
Performed By: J-Spice
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: Jonah Hemphill, Julian Watanabe-Neis
J-Spice - Odd (feat. Okay June) Lyrics
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English
Hang with us or bang with us
No protection on we dangerous
I'm Peter Pan in Wonderland
You're Tinker bell on Angel dust
Cantankerous, don't aim at us
I'll take my shot, at your cranium
I'm catacombs, I shadow clone
She tryna bone, there's 8 of us
I don't see your damn pigment
Yellow bitches like Simpsons
Throwing bitches like Pikmin
Then I bail like Christian
Thought I'm odd, even though I'm getting paid
They prod and prod, I'm raising stakes
They thought I'm odd, they talked and talked
I beat the odds like MMA
I don't do well to authority
Shut the f*ck up, your are boring me
I love when you are recording me
So far from home like I'm Dorothy
So far the pros are supporting me
Daily to weekly to quarterly
I got the money I'm over G
Going in cycles like ovaries
Why you so dumb, get setback
You think I'm a joke, I get that
I'm a egg yoke, I flex that
I don't play poker but I bet that
I'mma fly away like a Jetpack
I'm a strong boy, lemme flex that
I'm a big boy, like eggplant
I'm a odd boy, better get back
They were just calling me odd
Now they just calling me god
Pull up with a bitch like I'm Zod
You look like the type to get robbed
Put me in the field and I just go
I ain't never needed to be told
You ain't shit niggas lately like to stretch
It's still da feet even on tippie toes
I am not the type to cry and fold
I am more the type to hit a bowl
I am not the type to text your girl
I am more the type to call her phone
Some of y'all ain't used to being bold
Y'all ain't never f*cked in Mexico
Or seen the homie, smacked him in his mouth
Then tell his chick it's time for y'all to go
It's a marvel I was lowkey
Stagnant bitches are annoying
I heard them say they miss the old me
But I don't talk to employees
I am not tricking this bag. Did the kickflip then I land
While y'all was out sniffing them Xans
I got yo chick off the gram
I was way up in Def Jam
I was on calls with execs. I hit a chick from Kuwait
Y'all ain't even know where that's at
Everything I spit is facts
Berkeley boys to the bag
No protection on we dangerous
I'm Peter Pan in Wonderland
You're Tinker bell on Angel dust
Cantankerous, don't aim at us
I'll take my shot, at your cranium
I'm catacombs, I shadow clone
She tryna bone, there's 8 of us
I don't see your damn pigment
Yellow bitches like Simpsons
Throwing bitches like Pikmin
Then I bail like Christian
Thought I'm odd, even though I'm getting paid
They prod and prod, I'm raising stakes
They thought I'm odd, they talked and talked
I beat the odds like MMA
I don't do well to authority
Shut the f*ck up, your are boring me
I love when you are recording me
So far from home like I'm Dorothy
So far the pros are supporting me
Daily to weekly to quarterly
I got the money I'm over G
Going in cycles like ovaries
Why you so dumb, get setback
You think I'm a joke, I get that
I'm a egg yoke, I flex that
I don't play poker but I bet that
I'mma fly away like a Jetpack
I'm a strong boy, lemme flex that
I'm a big boy, like eggplant
I'm a odd boy, better get back
They were just calling me odd
Now they just calling me god
Pull up with a bitch like I'm Zod
You look like the type to get robbed
Put me in the field and I just go
I ain't never needed to be told
You ain't shit niggas lately like to stretch
It's still da feet even on tippie toes
I am not the type to cry and fold
I am more the type to hit a bowl
I am not the type to text your girl
I am more the type to call her phone
Some of y'all ain't used to being bold
Y'all ain't never f*cked in Mexico
Or seen the homie, smacked him in his mouth
Then tell his chick it's time for y'all to go
It's a marvel I was lowkey
Stagnant bitches are annoying
I heard them say they miss the old me
But I don't talk to employees
I am not tricking this bag. Did the kickflip then I land
While y'all was out sniffing them Xans
I got yo chick off the gram
I was way up in Def Jam
I was on calls with execs. I hit a chick from Kuwait
Y'all ain't even know where that's at
Everything I spit is facts
Berkeley boys to the bag
Writer: Jonah Hemphill, Julian Watanabe-Neis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid