Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit
The after math arithmetic,
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
I'm a #scientist scoping in my meth lab, skip #math,
Your life is a product of trash
I am a storm so do the math.
My friends put me to a real test
That's why i never claimed i was the best
Let my angel sing
That’s just something worth writing
All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play
Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay
Keep doing this kinda shit, youll see what happens next, after math.
So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass
Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
Your life was just put to the test
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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