Math Class

Abracadabra caught up in the raps
And tricked me, and fucked up
(Damn Edn3rd)

Smooth like your lady got a fresh wax
She's Tony Braxton, making me high
She got the best pack, she walking by a nigga
I fuck around catching contact time in my whole life away
Till you draw up a contract
I want to get you twisted like I'm ringing out the mom
Sticking mood, the tongue in places till you dripping from the spots
Time to steal, then deliver thoughts, letters in the box

Put that key in there sex drive never stop
And the neighbors hear commotion when I'm swimming in that ocean
She's like it like them papers and them splits that I be smoking
She knew me for my insecurities that I was showing
She proud that I ain't ruled by any egos and emotions
I'm leveling up, suing for the stars my life is Gallagher
Mad, a different caliber they no longer challenge us

What cost two cent? Exactly nobody was asking you
It ain't even free to talk to me no more taxing you

Baby, please bounce that ass
I roll the weed and I count my cash
I got that green it I'm not gonna pass
Unless she try to bounce that ass oh
Blue cheese go without that stash
While she turn her car weed
When she bounced that ass
Make me want to shoot threes
About to drop that splash

Hit the angles, count the digits
It's just like math class
My voice is golden in this booth
I'm golden in this booth
Here to flowing for the proof
That's how you know that it's the truth

Haters hoping it's a fluke
Fuck up they're dome, they can't compute
See me in they stomach starting like a toilet full of poof
Today faking untill they make it
My heart won't let me pretend

I can't rap about that Benz until I'm dashing in that benz
I don't rap about no states cause Federales be our friends
I don't beef on line my nigga we gon have to meet again
And let's hope you cut fatigue off before you run into me, dawg
You ain't pay the bill now the homies letting the heat off
I want all of that, you can't get none

You gotta beat off shit was Gucci for you till you got lost
Up in these stores she was icy for you
Now the motherfucking ice then
I'm ticing, I'm striking like lightning from my pain
She pulled me your body just cause she like him
Let's go shop for shot til the night end keep striking

So, baby, please bounce that ass
I have already win and I count my cash
I got that green that I'm not gonna pass
Unless she's trying to bounce that ass let's get it
Blue cheese coming out that stash
While she turn the copy when she bounced that ass
Make me wanna shoot threes
About to drop that splash me and my nigga GD
It's just like math class nerd

Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, nah, nah



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Writer(s): Edward Swain
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