Math Scholars

(Ha-ha-ha, Nick, you're stupid) Uh We some headshotters and lead poppers, we let it off Dreads hotter than damn lava, can't shake it off Like math scholars, bring any problem it's gettin' solved They love to watch him, they can't stop him from takin' off For Speaker Knock' I might pour up this Wock' if I cough My demons might slaughter his dog, 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 On the same block, screaming, "Fuck twelve" He can get whackеd if he talk Tell them fuck niggas thеy could spin back 'Cause he keep 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 get gift wrapped for the cause, uh Twin forties like Mary and Kate Said she love me, she scaring me away Lil Roc get on him he buried today Better duck if he cherish his face I keep my strap on the highway 'Cause I heard that lil' one nigga perished that way You could get rocked on a Friday We gon' turn him to Runtz, he get carried away We some headshotters and lead poppers, we let it off Dreads hotter than damn lava, can't shake it off Like math scholars, bring any problem it's gettin' solved They love to watch him, they can't stop him from takin' off For Speaker Knock' I might pour up this Wock' if I cough My demons might slaughter his dog, 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 Like, who got the drop? Wherever you seen him at is wherever we leave him at Lil' bro got Glocks He like him a beam attached whenever 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 He say he just blowin' off steam for Zach Hop out that van like, "Bitch, what's up?" We put his mans in the Tre 5 blunt I saw your bitch, I would say, "Hi" but She probably don't want you to know I fucked Blick in the clutch Washy might hop out the truck, he aim at his necklace and up Sick 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 it off Like math scholars, bring any problem it's gettin' solved They love to watch him, they can't stop him from takin' off For Speaker Knock' I might pour up this Wock' if I cough My demons might slaughter his dog, 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