Perfect Math
I'm on my Dopeboy Shìt
Air Force ones and Black or White Tee
I got these niggas tryna b like me can't b like me if Yeen come from the streets
I had a lion ran it up to a half
I'm on my grind now I see why they mad
Scale on me now tell me how much u have
Add that shit up call it perfect math
Got the game from my Unc ain't get it from my dad Hitting licks in the hood I was bad
Now I go a lil older now I'm selling bags
Only 18 want a cat fuck a jag
Young Nigga Shìt imma show my ass
Imma flex on the ones who had put me in last
Hot box on the opps gotta switch out the tag
We gone get on his ass get -get on his ass
Fuck up my money I ain't trippin imma get that shit back
When she come around me she don't Kno how to act
If she coming with me she gone throw that shit back give up that neck
I CBFW you'll think that I hang wit lil baby
Ain't nobody safe so I'm staying dangerous
Yn go hard like crack in the 80s
You owe me some money nigga you better pay me
Yeah DopeBoy shit and I want a dope lil bitch
Ain't going if I can't bring the Blick you know we like lilo and stitch
Stacking money I feel just like Mitch
Yeah I'm on that yns fuck nigga play and get hit yeah
I got the Glock Wit the switch
I'm on my Dopeboy Shìt
Air Force ones and Black or White Tee
I got these niggas tryna b like me can't b like me if Yeen come from the streets
I had a lion ran it up to a half
I'm on my grind now I see why they mad
Scale on me now tell me how much u have
Add that shit up call it perfect math
Air Force ones and Black or White Tee
I got these niggas tryna b like me can't b like me if Yeen come from the streets
I had a lion ran it up to a half
I'm on my grind now I see why they mad
Scale on me now tell me how much u have
Add that shit up call it perfect math
Got the game from my Unc ain't get it from my dad Hitting licks in the hood I was bad
Now I go a lil older now I'm selling bags
Only 18 want a cat fuck a jag
Young Nigga Shìt imma show my ass
Imma flex on the ones who had put me in last
Hot box on the opps gotta switch out the tag
We gone get on his ass get -get on his ass
Fuck up my money I ain't trippin imma get that shit back
When she come around me she don't Kno how to act
If she coming with me she gone throw that shit back give up that neck
I CBFW you'll think that I hang wit lil baby
Ain't nobody safe so I'm staying dangerous
Yn go hard like crack in the 80s
You owe me some money nigga you better pay me
Yeah DopeBoy shit and I want a dope lil bitch
Ain't going if I can't bring the Blick you know we like lilo and stitch
Stacking money I feel just like Mitch
Yeah I'm on that yns fuck nigga play and get hit yeah
I got the Glock Wit the switch
I'm on my Dopeboy Shìt
Air Force ones and Black or White Tee
I got these niggas tryna b like me can't b like me if Yeen come from the streets
I had a lion ran it up to a half
I'm on my grind now I see why they mad
Scale on me now tell me how much u have
Add that shit up call it perfect math
Credits
Writer(s): Luh Conley
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