Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas
Who wouldn't miss me? do the math, gas from ass, dash through glass,
I like my bitches good at math
You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass
She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash
Keep doing this kinda shit, youll see what happens next, after math.
Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class
See her man face-to-face through the glass
Math wasn't my best, guessed on all of my test, felt it all in my chest.
Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed
You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.
We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last
Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass
Bitch i found my path, still in school but im not good with math.
Do the math, get the sum
Oh, you look like my next victim
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