Math Scholars

Uh
(Ha-ha-ha, Nick, you're stupid!)

We some headshotters, and led poppers, we let it off
Dreads hotter than damn lava, can't shake it off (Ooh)
Like math scholars bring any problem it's gettin' solved (Solved)
They love to watch em', they can't stop em' from takin' off
For Speaker Knock' I might pour up this Wock if I cough
My demons might slaughter his dawg, then forget what they saw
Got shot in his face, now he drinking his food through a straw
Can't talk to the jakes, he get baked, if he cool with the law, oh
On the same block, screaming, "Fuck 12", he can get whacked if he talk
Tell 'em fuck niggas they can't spin back cause' he keeps straps where he walk
I need a big bag for my thoughts, my niggas running laps 'round the opps'
Screaming, "Get back", but they lost, he could get wrapped for the cause, uh
Twin .40s like Mary and Kate, said she love me she scared me away
Lil Roc get on em' he buried today, better duck if he cherish his fate
I keep my strap on the highway, cause' I heard a lil' nigga perished that way
You could get wrapped on a Friday
We gon turn em' to Runtz he get carried away

We some headshotters, and led poppers, we let it off
Dreads hotter than damn lava, can't shake it off (Ooh)
Like math scholars bring any problem it's gettin' solved (Solved)
They love to watch em', they can't stop em' from takin' off
For Speaker Knock' I might pour up this Wock if I cough
My demons might slaughter his dawg, then forget what they saw
Got shot in his face, now he drinking his food through a straw
Can't talk to the Jakes, he get baked, if he cool with the law, oh

Like, who got the drop? Wherever you seen him at, is wherever we leave him at
Lil' bro got Glocks, he like 'em with beam attached, wherever he squeezin' that
We got a stick in that bitch with a—in the back, pull up, make his team a pack
My nigga might leave him bleedin', whacked, they say he just blowin' off steam for Zack
Hop out that van like, "Bitch, whats up?"
We put his mans in the Tre 5 blunt
I saw your bitch, I was saying, "Hi"
But she probably don't want you to know I fucked
Blick in the cut, Washy might hop out the truck, he aim at his necklace and up
Stick to his gut, we put his mans in the ground, they wish they could go dig him up
We some headshotters, and lead poppers, we let it off
Dreads hotter than damn lava, can't shake em off (Ooh)
Like math scholars bring any problem it's gettin' solved (Solved)
They love to watch em', they can't stop em' from takin' off
For Speaker Knock' I might pour all this Wock if I cough
My demons might slaughter his dawg, and forget what they saw
Got shot in his face, now he drinking his food through a straw
Can't talk to the jakes, he get baked, if he cool with the law, oh

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