Do the Math

By Skyte

Released on June 19, 2024

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[Intro]

Look


[Chorus]

Step, get a clip with yo' stupid ass

I'm makin' double, you make nigga do the math

She say she don't got a ride home

I get to laughin', I turn to a Uber ad

Stick out the flash like a iPhone

You better hope it don't hit when the ruger blast

There ain't no place where I go

See a opp lackin', I aim and shoot his ass


[Verse 1]

Bitch, I feel like Jonah Hill, yeah, shit could get super bad

I geek up, I throw that pill, yeah, clip got a ruler mag

UPS how I creep through and move the pack

Shoot first, nigga, no, we ain't shootin' back

Nigga mention my name, get his noodle wacked

Smokin' opps with my bro like, "Where VOODOO at?" (Yеah, yeah)


[Chorus]

Step, get a clip with yo' stupid ass

I'm makin' doublе, you make nigga do the math

She say she don't got a ride home

I get to laughin', I turn to a Uber ad

Stick out the flash like a iPhone

You better hope it don't hit when the ruger blast

There ain't no place where I go

See a opp lackin', I aim and shoot his ass (Yeah)


[Verse 2]

And my gang been locked in, we don't miss when we spin

Know your lo', where you been? 'Cause we too intact

Nigga, open your bank, go and put in your pin

And just transfer the racks to my MULA app

Sendin' shots out the TEC, man, I swing with that Gen

And it take out yo' dog, get your poodle back

I'm the Lion King, bitch, I'm the cooler cat

Up that MAC, all your hear is a "brrat"

I need oven mitts, I'm havin' hot heat

These boys bots, I can find they ass at Malevelon Creek

I got sauce, I out-drip you with the fuckin' white tee

Want that top? Ain't no conversation, come and gawk me

Bitch, you lost me, talkin' 'bout I'm your top three

All I know is one, if I'm not then why you talkin'?

Way too many pills, wake up on the fuckin' concrete

I just want brain, I'm thinkin' just like a zombie

I got the grip on the seat, I don't play

Chopper big titty, bitch made it look like I'm K

Catch me a hat, tryna up me a rank

I be here too much, they think I work for the bank

Drownin' my gigs, I belong in the tank

Come and guard me, nigga, come get in the paint

I'm farmin', I'm in the spot with the Drac'

Go Garnet, he catch a fist in his face

I'm parkin', bro already out the Wraith

Mark it, put a bullet in his face

Darn it, I done bloodied up the babes

She want the meat, I put pudding in cake

Tryna save music, it's in a shooken estate

Better duck when you see me, you look to you late

This nigga broke 'cause I took all his pape'

Taught my apes how to shoot, Planet of the Apes

Fake ID granted, it was fake

I still got in the club with yo' bitch, mate

Red hot bullets, burnin' out the TEC

Let 'em step up, it's his death day

Think I fell in love with makin' check

Marry the guap, I'm like, "Yes, bae"

I got 'em mad that I'm up next

Pissin' 'em off when I flex, ayy


[Outro]

Yeah, yeah, okay, uh

Pissin' 'em off when I flex, ayy

Jump on the gang, that's a death day

Caught 'em alone nigga, checkmate

Yeah, yeah, uh, uh-uh, uh

Caught 'em alone, nigga, checkmate