Laugh
My numbers mash in a mass
When I'm doing the math
Niggas didn't get the joke but this shit making me laugh
Not really whole got a hole
And you don't know the half
Shape like a bowl in my soul
But help me get through the path
This shit tickle the stomach
Like how it get to yo guts
Recite a couple of words to get a couple of bucks
Insight a couple of verbs and load it up in the truck
Do this shit high key (hockey) on thin ice no puck
I got that ocean motion sailing boating coast to coast I go
I need that Tesla roadster self controller when I'm on the road
I do the math and punch the code
I'm bouta smash my wings is gold
I used to walk out in the snow
Now all my body parts is froze
Ice fishing in the ocean swaglicious it's a ocean
I ain't boasting pass and tote this potion
All this chronic smoking
Laughing coughing choking
Rollin with my niggas while we rolling
Wavy wavy water ocean
On daily dripping ocean
Like splash
Started talking numbers had to reach down in my bag
I kept my head down look up now I'm running jags
I'm ABF that's the label motto flag
Every time I hit the mall I always leave out popping tags
Shit
Imagine
What happened
How I got this dressing no Italian
I'm just tryna bag me a stallion
But no horses In the back
Say I'll never touch a mil
Think yo sources on crack
I know they stay off that pill
Like them lights and that's facts
Peep my impact
I can change how they act
Spend that cheese on the Mac
Na how ironic is that
My numbers mash in a mass
When I'm doing the math
Niggas didn't get the joke but this shit making me laugh
Not really whole got a hole
And you don't know the half
Shape like a bowl in my soul
But help me get through the path
This shit tickle the stomach
Like how it get to yo guts
Recite a couple of words to get a couple of bucks
Insight a couple of verbs and load it up in the truck
Do this shit high key (hockey) on thin ice no puck
Young Rey I do it different
So sit back and listen
I been M.I.A. I been on my tunnel vision
But please don't worry the all mighty has risen
The neck like Simpson
And the wrist might be Nixon
Either way it go it glisten
I'm on fire I'm crimson
I preheated in the kitchen
I'm only producing chicken
That's my diet
Yo ends ain't meeting son so maybe you should try it
I get it on the fly last bag via pilot
As far as my ego go you know that I'm Goliath
I'm a giant
I'm dunking like Kobe Bryant
Shh leave them all in silence
I go and kill them with kindness
There's some truth behind the science
Me and this beat a good alliance
But I beg to differ
I'm cropping you out the picture
Ate this beat before dinner
I'm still hot in the winter
I surround myself with winners
We all far from beginners
The shot I send delivers
I'm so cold blooded you shiver
And beyond is where I'm tryna put me and all of my niggas
I'm cut more than some scissors
Oh you said they real sisters
We going to pass out that pack
And watch them get real with us
Hold up
Real nigga
Whole zip
Chill with us
Old bit
Still bitter
Too turnt
Distilled liquor
Got the flu
I'm still liquor
Pockets blue
I Feel sicker
Take the cutlass to the cut
Crack the bump
Real kicker
My numbers mash in a mass
When I'm doing the math
Niggas didn't get the joke but this shit making me laugh
Not really whole got a hole
And you don't know the half
Shape like a bowl in my soul
But help me get through the path
This shit tickle the stomach
Like how it get to yo guts
Recite a couple of words to get a couple of bucks
Insight a couple of verbs and load it up in the truck
Do this shit high key (hockey) on thin ice no puck
When I'm doing the math
Niggas didn't get the joke but this shit making me laugh
Not really whole got a hole
And you don't know the half
Shape like a bowl in my soul
But help me get through the path
This shit tickle the stomach
Like how it get to yo guts
Recite a couple of words to get a couple of bucks
Insight a couple of verbs and load it up in the truck
Do this shit high key (hockey) on thin ice no puck
I got that ocean motion sailing boating coast to coast I go
I need that Tesla roadster self controller when I'm on the road
I do the math and punch the code
I'm bouta smash my wings is gold
I used to walk out in the snow
Now all my body parts is froze
Ice fishing in the ocean swaglicious it's a ocean
I ain't boasting pass and tote this potion
All this chronic smoking
Laughing coughing choking
Rollin with my niggas while we rolling
Wavy wavy water ocean
On daily dripping ocean
Like splash
Started talking numbers had to reach down in my bag
I kept my head down look up now I'm running jags
I'm ABF that's the label motto flag
Every time I hit the mall I always leave out popping tags
Shit
Imagine
What happened
How I got this dressing no Italian
I'm just tryna bag me a stallion
But no horses In the back
Say I'll never touch a mil
Think yo sources on crack
I know they stay off that pill
Like them lights and that's facts
Peep my impact
I can change how they act
Spend that cheese on the Mac
Na how ironic is that
My numbers mash in a mass
When I'm doing the math
Niggas didn't get the joke but this shit making me laugh
Not really whole got a hole
And you don't know the half
Shape like a bowl in my soul
But help me get through the path
This shit tickle the stomach
Like how it get to yo guts
Recite a couple of words to get a couple of bucks
Insight a couple of verbs and load it up in the truck
Do this shit high key (hockey) on thin ice no puck
Young Rey I do it different
So sit back and listen
I been M.I.A. I been on my tunnel vision
But please don't worry the all mighty has risen
The neck like Simpson
And the wrist might be Nixon
Either way it go it glisten
I'm on fire I'm crimson
I preheated in the kitchen
I'm only producing chicken
That's my diet
Yo ends ain't meeting son so maybe you should try it
I get it on the fly last bag via pilot
As far as my ego go you know that I'm Goliath
I'm a giant
I'm dunking like Kobe Bryant
Shh leave them all in silence
I go and kill them with kindness
There's some truth behind the science
Me and this beat a good alliance
But I beg to differ
I'm cropping you out the picture
Ate this beat before dinner
I'm still hot in the winter
I surround myself with winners
We all far from beginners
The shot I send delivers
I'm so cold blooded you shiver
And beyond is where I'm tryna put me and all of my niggas
I'm cut more than some scissors
Oh you said they real sisters
We going to pass out that pack
And watch them get real with us
Hold up
Real nigga
Whole zip
Chill with us
Old bit
Still bitter
Too turnt
Distilled liquor
Got the flu
I'm still liquor
Pockets blue
I Feel sicker
Take the cutlass to the cut
Crack the bump
Real kicker
My numbers mash in a mass
When I'm doing the math
Niggas didn't get the joke but this shit making me laugh
Not really whole got a hole
And you don't know the half
Shape like a bowl in my soul
But help me get through the path
This shit tickle the stomach
Like how it get to yo guts
Recite a couple of words to get a couple of bucks
Insight a couple of verbs and load it up in the truck
Do this shit high key (hockey) on thin ice no puck
Credits
Writer(s): Randy Jackson
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