[Intro]

Oh my God, I love you so much, Joey, oh my God

Listen up class today we have a special guest

His name is Joey Trap, he's gonna be teaching you numbers

Cali Baset Beats

Okay

[Verse]

One lick, one house, mad bricks

Two rats, two opp niggas, both snitch

Three guns, three bullets in it, bet I won't miss

Four bad bitches finna suck me and I won't kiss

5-0, time up, you missed yo' chance

She suck dick and she use both hands

Six new pairs of them Loubs like I stepped in paint

Bitch been a fan of me, seen me and she bout to faint

She hit me up and ask me if I love her, what you think?

Molly in my codeine, I'ma turn up off this drink

I remember posted grandma's house, was drinking out the sink

Now I got a lot of Fiji water, diamonds on this link, ayy

Seven niggas rollin' with that Glizzy just to throw clips

We up in a Masi bet your girl gon suck the whole dick

Feel like KG Smokey, all these bitches with me so thick

Eight about to pull up, hit that motherfuckin' old lick

Nine hold nine, ten times ten, ayy

My bitch bad and she brought friends

Back to one nigga chillin' in his house by himself

He was talking hella shit, that boy run out his mouth

Only two niggas pulled up with two hammers out

Now he's three outta luck 'cause them three bullets out

I got four bitches with me, baby girl, I'll never love you

The five times I said I was in love was just to fuck you

I know it's not your fault, but I don't think I'd ever trust you

I'm in a Maserati, not a Honda, bro, I'll dust you

Six new Rollies, niggas don't know me

Hardest spitter ever, nigga, where the fuck my trophy?

Got retro Jordan 7s, is you really rocking Kobes?

Put eight up on some white, a nigga feeling like I'm Tony

Nine up on a watch, I guess that shit was for the low, B

She said she wanna see the diamonds dance, I said, "Foshodie"

I keep it ten times ten times ten, that's a rack, boy

If you just listened close enough, you heard the numbers stack, boy

So this the number challenge, if you hit it, you can rap, boy

But no one touching this one, that's a mutherfuckin' fact, boy

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Nine and ten boy don't make my MAC-11 spray

12, fuck 12, I don't fuck with police anyways

Thirteen lost, boy, I'm dropping bands like everyday

Fourteen grams smell like sour mixed with lemonade

Said that she wanna cuff me, I don't never take her on a date

[Outro]

Bitch

Man, fuck this class, y'all niggas don't pay attention