MAM Freestyle
If 1 + 1 equals 2, nigga
And if 2 + 2 equals 4, nigga
Then tell me what the fuck is this?
Out here fuckin' with a bitch
Ain't no other way to put it, you a hoe nigga
I don't got the time of day to be worried bout you
Or who you steady fuckin' on the down low but
I'll give you 15 minutes to come pack your shit
Get up out this bitch, finna sleep in your truck
Bed, spread, nigga I ain't stressin'
You was unloyal while I'm winnin', gettin' bread and
Tell me just exactly how you fucked up
When you bagged me, I had the both of us lucked up
Stalkin' all my pages, better remain nameless
Say my career floppin', watch me, I'ma get too famous
I'll be the type of bitch that jealous hoes can't hang with
I'll be the type of bitch that all these niggas wanna bang, bitch
Don't be worried bout me 'cause my phone stay blasted
Takin' off my shoes like I'm outside trappin'
You got me fucked up if you think I'll let you back in
Better add it up cuz the math ain't mathin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin'
I got vocals but you know I be rappin'
Dick game got me in bed, nappin'
Pen got jokes, ha, knee slappin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin'
And if 2 + 2 equals 4, nigga
Then tell me what the fuck is this?
Out here fuckin' with a bitch
Ain't no other way to put it, you a hoe nigga
I don't got the time of day to be worried bout you
Or who you steady fuckin' on the down low but
I'll give you 15 minutes to come pack your shit
Get up out this bitch, finna sleep in your truck
Bed, spread, nigga I ain't stressin'
You was unloyal while I'm winnin', gettin' bread and
Tell me just exactly how you fucked up
When you bagged me, I had the both of us lucked up
Stalkin' all my pages, better remain nameless
Say my career floppin', watch me, I'ma get too famous
I'll be the type of bitch that jealous hoes can't hang with
I'll be the type of bitch that all these niggas wanna bang, bitch
Don't be worried bout me 'cause my phone stay blasted
Takin' off my shoes like I'm outside trappin'
You got me fucked up if you think I'll let you back in
Better add it up cuz the math ain't mathin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin'
I got vocals but you know I be rappin'
Dick game got me in bed, nappin'
Pen got jokes, ha, knee slappin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin'
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Writer(s): Toritseju Christopher Nanna
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