Quick Maths (feat. Jerome & Prince Papi) Video (MV)

Yeah
Aye
Alright now the mics f*ckin workin
Mama want some static
Aye, yuh
Gotta love when you record your verse into your headphones instead of your mic
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
That's always fun
Phew (Yaah)
Yeah 97NORTH shit, aye
Yeah

I've been whipping in the kitchen
Hot sauce on my chicken, aye
Producers sending beats, all these rappers on my dinner plate
I look at your bars and erase it
I look at the bar and raise it
Nah, nah
I look at the bar and replace it
Y'all gon get this regardless, yeah I'm heartless
I'm honest
I'm always on some hot shit
You not shit (Aye)
Please stay away, I'm feelin nauseous
You toxic
Play stay away, I'm cautious
You ain't the smartest
You can catch me at the mall, but I never cop shit
I don't ever flex (Nah) me, I just drop shit
Papi got the mopstick (Graaah)
Jerome with the dropkick (Pew, aye)
If you f*ckin with my boys, then you get dropped, bitch
You can catch me at the mall, but I never cop shit
I don't ever flex (Nah) me, I just drop shit
Papi got the mopstick (Graaah)
Jerome with the dropkick (Pew, aye)
If you f*ckin with my boys, then you get dropped, bitch

Yeah my trap doin backflips
Count it like some math shit
Never paid attention, but you know I ain't subtracting
The homies get a fraction
Old homies get to acting
If you think you comin, you'll get by beat down by my faction
Yeah my trap doin backflips
Count it like some math shit
Never paid attention, but you know I ain't subtracting
The homies get a fraction
Old homies get to acting
If you think you comin, you'll get by beat down by my faction

This bitch at my forehead, see me fall in
See her when she rollin, eyes locked in
She be f*cking soaring, I be crawling
My mind said it's over, I be Hopsin

Mama want some static
Looking like she getting paid for the bad shit
All my diamonds make her rage on some mad shit
I just gotta cut her off from all the magic
On some rad shit
Put you in a casket
Imma rock them gold chains like they gadgets
I be f*ckin 21 and she a savage
Icy face will turn your matches into ashes

Uh
Lookin like it was an inside job
Way we taking over illuminati must be on
All my hitters blowing up right now, on god
What I'm touching instantly be turnin into gold
This my last hit
Ahead on my mattress
I could sit here taking over you, I'm passing
With a bad bitch
Never thought I had it
Now I backflip, checking out that ass thick
Sipping that shit like I'm Sirius
I do not f*ck on her period
Bitch, you delirious
Run up a check when I'm furious
Another flex on the mirror, yes
I know you hearing us
I know you hearin us
Why you always takin little cuts
Way that you function is curious
Never learning like you goin nuts
Yeah

Yeah my trap doin backflips
Count it like some math shit
Never paid attention, but you know I ain't subtracting
The homies get a fraction
Old homies get to acting
If you think you comin, you'll get by beat down by my faction
Yeah my trap doin backflips
Count it like some math shit
Never paid attention, but you know I ain't subtracting
The homies get a fraction
Old homies get to acting
If you think you comin, you'll get by beat down by my faction

This bitch at my forehead, see me fall in
See her when she rollin, eyes locked in
She be f*cking soaring, I be crawling
My mind said it's over, I be Hopsin