Mathematics Lyrics

Forty eight hours

Two days

That's like fifty plays

Twenty three fives

Four quarter pounds

And two whole thangs

Thirteen bands

I keep this up I can play it crazy

You never had a run

This paper chase ain't made for the lazy

I'm my daddy son if I ain't doin shit I'ma get this pape

I'ma boss nigga born to play it crazy on interstates

At the coney blick on me scale under the paper plate

Terrified of bein broke DA can't scare Rc with a cage

I'm the illest in Nebraska

Clean and quite dapper

Peep the closet damn near a quarter mil in the hamper

Call back if I don't answer

People blowin my phone down

Paranoid I'm hearin ghetto birds and them one sounds

Bag hit I'ma be sick if I gotta flush it down

Hit the crib ?

Lil nigga please I gotta hundred rounds

Treat you like my custos treat the bag and spark that ass down

Got shipped good blicks and chop sticks from that one town

FMJs on all of them thangs

Silencers cause they loud

Stash that one bag under the bag

Dryer sheets calm it down

Stash the tens and thirties in the ceiling then I marked the tile

Nigga called them people cause I'm shittin bitch thats flagrant foul

I can put a nigga hip if wanna he listen

I can put a nigga hip if wanna he listen

Aye

What's todays mathematics ?

Hell yea we still taxin

Did I say I'm givin deals ?

Alright bitch stop askin

Niggas say I'm on my shit again I can't stop spazzin Aye

RcBabyGoCrazy what yo bitch say

RcBabyGoCrazy what yo bitch say

Aye

One thirteens

Four forty eights

Them bitches around

Tan and white

Pills and pints

Ain't hard to be found

Chill bro them people listenin

I ain't gone say too much

Designer fabric

Cartier glasses

That's what narcotics bought

Me foldin in that room lil nigga will never be a thought

Bro talkin down on gang them IG lives is what got him caught aye

I ain't gone play no roles

Shittin on all my foes

Downtown loft in cali kings where I'm bussin down all my hoes

Old hoes tryna spin the block so that pussy bouta be sold

Streets been talkin hella loud I'ma tell you what I was told

Yo mans gettin extorted

Yo big homie reportin

The bitches that tried to play me doin bad I peeped em whorin

These niggas ain't from the hole

They lyin tryna get on

Claim they fuck with Meech and them but they can barely move a bow

Stop the bullshit

I know cap when I hear it

These niggas purpin like they workin

See the crumb in his spirit

If I came up with Ace and Mitch the beeper wouldn't stop beepin

Line dry they ain't buyin that bag you barely eatin

Now you starvin and creepin playa hatin and schemin

Anthony Davis ass nigga you ain't balled all season

I can put a nigga hip if wanna he listen

I can put a nigga hip if wanna he listen

What's todays mathematics ?

Hell yea we still taxin

Did I say I'm givin deals ?

Alright bitch stop askin

Niggas say I'm on that shit again I can't stop spazzin Aye

RcBabyGoCrazy what yo bitch say

RcBabyGoCrazy what yo bitch say

Whats todays mathematics ?

Hell yea I'm still taxin

Whats todays mathematics ?

Hell yea I'm still taxin nigga

Is you gone pay that ?