Even the Odds

[Chorus: Big Sean] Bitch, this ain't no boss, it's a boss up Bitch, this ain't for sure, this a toss up Bitch, this ain't Toyota, this European Bitch she ain't no ho, she my girlfriend [Verse 1: Big Sean] Bitch, this ain't is no nap, this how I sleep Bitch, this ain't no hobby, this how I eat Bitch, this ain't lust, so it's love Bitch, this ain't the connect, this the plug Bitch, this ain't beef, this is world war Bitch, this ain't a show, this a world tour Bitch, you don't know me, man, you know me Bitch, this ain't the problem, this the solution Feelin' like my chakras aligned, from now on, call me Don Rhymin' for days, I couldn't eat and it was not Ramadan Niggas askin' for a cut, they just way out of line, Thugger [Verse 2: Young Thug & Big Sean] Ho, this ain't no Ford, this a Maserati This is not a movie, baby, this a real dead body I'm on a one-way street, 'bout to have a trolley (Yeah) I fuck her one night then I'ma duck up out it You do anything for this lil' bitch you might be a Cosby Speakin' of Bill Cosby, I spike my drink with molly, uh You better not tell nobody, zip it, Giuseppe Zanotti (Yeah) Hit from the back, turn to a car when I'm backin' out it, yeah Hit him with ten, fuck it, hammer gon' MAC his body [Bridge: Young Thug & Big Sean] Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum-dum (Hit 'em up like) Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum (Hit 'em up like) Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum (Yeah, I hit 'em up like) Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum [Chorus: Big Sean] Bitch, this ain't a boss, this a boss up Bitch, this isn't for sure, this a toss up Ho, this ain't Toyota, this European Bitch, she ain't a ho, she my girlfriend [Verse 3: Big Sean & Gucci Mane] Bitch, this ain't time, this is our time Bitch, this ain't the plug, this the power line Bitch this ain't Diesel, this Gucci (It's Gucci) Bitch, you ain't know me, man you know me (Yeah) Bitch, this ain't Adidas, this Puma Bitch, that ain't the truth, that's a rumor (Yeah) Bitch, you ain't my friend, you a tumor Bitch, that ain't the new one, this newer Bitch, this ain't fourth-quarter, it's crunch times No foul lines, just front lines Fuck takin' shit, boy, I just take what's mine And I'm still hungry like a nigga was unsigned Don't nobody want this shit more than I want mine Fuck a free meal, boy, I'd rather go hunt mine When you get the ball, boy, you be fumblin' When you talk that shit, be mumblin' Man, I got my one shot, fucked around and and-one'd it If the dogs ain't there then they one call from it, look Run you out your house and now your ass apartment huntin' From that Michigan cold, and I'm colder than that Don't fuck with my crazy ass, boy, your mama should've told you that One way in and one way out this life just like a cul-de-sac The hood behind me like a cobra back You quote the internet, I quote the facts But snake niggas never tell the truth, you a liar If you swear to God one more time on your life you might die [Outro: Big Sean & Future] Real ones, I know you feel me Independent women, know you feel me If you self-made, then you feel me Text from my girl, she said "Come feel me up" Real dawgs, I know you feel me My OG's, know they feel me, yeah Bad bitch, she want to feel me Text from my girl, she said "Come feel me up" If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you