Do The Math lyrics
by Glokk40Spaz
[Intro]
Huh
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Glokk, you ain’t talkin’ bout nothin’
[Verse]
Firing sh*t up with these bullets, I wipe that boy, Von
Hit him in the top, no cap, wipe that boy cowlick like perm
Playing with this sh*t, man I bet you gon’ learn
Come to Atlanta, get whacked like the Purge
Washed up that boy gang like that boy had some germs
Free Baby Moolah, n*gga get smoked like some sherm
I talk to Huncho all the time, he don’t learn
Don’t like the Bronco, ‘cus that b*tch it don’t turn
Walk out wit’ poncho on my head with the slur
Crashout with me, but I gave that boy work
Yo’ b*tch at my crib in a lil’ ass skirt
I’m playing wit’ the chicken, she call me a j*rk
One time, hit a trap n*gga thеn we run out the back
We see thе opp, on God, all them boys runnin’ off, four flats
Bit’ getting kicked out the slaughterhouse ho, ‘cus who the f*ck told yo’ ass to pick up my jet
Five, hanging off the hip with Balenci shades, up with the Chrome Heart hat
They all bad, bring ‘em back to the trap
I’m havin’ good week, it’s just too much to pack
I always have the Kel-Tec watching my back
This bit’ got a throat and my soul get snatched
A snake, but I ain’t slimy, that GF in all black
Double drum on the stick
You know I get to dumpin’, them boy get to duckin’, them boy start to quack
You know I keep the Woah in this b*tch, I can’t lack
You know I keep some hoes in this bit’, ass fat
He think that he bold, in this bit’ free hat
Boy get to tweakin’, take ‘em off no mask
Know I see the ripper, I smack her on her ass
He was in class, I was breakin’ in the Jag
Got out the prison, see I popped me a tag
I ain’t playin’ sport, but they throwin’ that flag
Need racks dropped on ‘em, then you know they call Spaz
I went rogue, but the Trackhawk fast
I’m at the show, but they movin’ too close, I’m ‘bout get on they ass
It’s kids in this b*tch, I’m gon’ try not to blast it
Snake in your yard, you better cut all the grass
He caught the deuce, he wasn’t nothing but a pass
You used to have money, stop talkin’ bout the past
That was yo’ bit’, f*cked her one time then passed
They talkin’ bout y’all rats, that sh*t made me laugh
LV my belt, just to drip up the craft
She suckin’ di*k, she got a long neck, giraffe
Shane pull up on yo’ gang last night, do the math
808 hit ‘em, they gave the hook to the bass
Switch on the Draco, that bit’ made me lag
Them n*gga get to penny pinchin’ like they a crab
VVS diamonds, you was ridin’ with some glass
I f*cked yo’ b*tch, I got the marks on my back
n*gga get [?], on the track
Fish tail the whip, I’m skrting off in the ‘cat
f*cked her to sleep, I had to let that ho nap
Fully upgraded, put a switch on yo’ gat
You say you was mob? You gotta show me ‘bout that
You say you want smoke? Got a homie for that
I knock ‘em out the park, they get hit like a bat