Equations lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Callan, you gettin' guap)
Everybody change
I don't trust anybody
Hm

[Chorus: Bravo the Bagchaser]
Everybody technical, you put money in equation
I just hit a lick, ayy, now my heart racin'
I really rap my life, b*tch, why would I fake it? (Laudiano)
n*ggas hate my life 'cause they mad that I made it (Look)
Get a bag just to split it with the guys
I'm a joint and a trapper, I just rap on the side, n*gga
Take care of yours 'cause I take care of mines, ayy
'Cause I take care of mines, ayy

[Verse 1: Bravo the Bagchaser]
Out of bind, I'ma ride with it
Keep it by my side, n*gga, if I live with it, I'ma die with it
I'm tryna teach your ass a lesson, trappin' out the West end
Got kicked out, I hit the Indigo
I'ma keep on gеttin' rich, I ain't worried 'bout a b*tch, ayy
If it ain't a bag, then what you in it for?
Baby, I've been on my bullsh*t, know I got a full clip
If it's 'bout my brothеrs, then I bust sh*t
And I've been on my grind, and you've been wastin' time
It ain't my fault you on f*ck sh*t
Remember I was broke, ain't nobody called my phone
Baby, I ain't even have nothin'
They wasn't with me, so f*ck 'em, b*tch
And this drum hold a hundred, b*tch
Yeah, they hate how I'm comin'
Pull a chop out on a n*gga and I make him do the runnin' man
[Chorus: Bravo the Bagchaser]
Everybody technical, you put money in equation
I just hit a lick, ayy, now my heart racin'
I really rap my life, b*tch, why would I fake it?
n*ggas hate my life 'cause they mad that I made it (Look)
Get a bag just to split it with the guys
I'm a joint and a trapper, I just rap on the side, n*gga
Take care of yours 'cause I take care of mines, ayy
'Cause I take care of mines, ayy

[Verse 2: $tupid Young]
With some locs and some hoes at the West end
It's a real n*gga party, you can't get in
I put the drum in the glizzy, let it fit in
Got a new best friend, it's an FN
Off the equation, tell them n*ggas bring the checks in
24K chains hangin' when we flexin'
Whole bunch of agents, so you know I brought the set in
Gang members only, throwin' signs in my section
Like we doin' Christmas lights, I had to put the ladder up
b*tch, we in the field, play ball, n*gga, batter up
Watch chains, pinky ring, blam, n*gga, add it up
Got off my ass, got a bag 'cause I had enough
Ayy

[Chorus: Bravo the Bagchaser]
Everybody technical, you put money in equation
I just hit a lick, ayy, now my heart racin'
I really rap my life, b*tch, why would I fake it?
n*ggas hate my life 'cause they mad that I made it (Look)
Get a bag just to split it with the guys
I'm a joint and a trapper, I just rap on the side, n*gga
Take care of yours 'cause I take care of mines, ayy
'Cause I take care of mines, ayy