Oj Da Juiceman - Mathematics Lyrics
(Hook)In the trap, back at itAll in know is mathematicsMan that clean fish scaleChicken wings straight out the wrapper2008, Juiceman turned into a rapperComing down the road with them bricks in a capperFlyin down the criss and my daughter pamperZone 6, white head, east AtlantaGeeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me SantaSmall fried nigga, you'll never be on my level(Verse)Hater get on my level, bricks come in on scheduleDancing with the devil ever since I was in PampersGeorgia Baptist born but I was raised in East AtlantaZone 6 nigga, still trappin with them blammersOut here servin their Diana, got keys just like pianosIn the kitchen cookin hammer, make a hater turn the channelMississippi mud but my name at David BannerIn it for a bag, you can keep the fame and glamourRun bricks like Deon SaundersMy name ain't left the slammer32 ENT and the feds wanna ban usBorn in the trap but they just don't understand usGrew up with the boys but half on jealous(Hook)In the trap, back at itAll in know is mathematicsMan that clean fish scaleChicken wings straight out the wrapper2008, Juiceman turned into a rapperComing down the road with them bricks in a capperFlyin down the criss and my daughter pamperZone 6, white head, east AtlantaGeeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me SantaSmall fried nigga, you'll never be on my level(Verse)Swear I'm team rich, we're not cookin fishCatch me in the kitchen, nigga I can serve a dishPlug turned to raw, Chris Paul I assistSlam like Blake, damn near broke my wristPosted in the trap, in the yard there's a fishSay I got it funk rap, nah nigga it were bricksCus Jay love the rocks and the nigga love to sniffSmoking up the gas, like to sip, we call it piffFeelin like Tony, got my name on the blimShout out to Memphis, got Young Juiceman feel like pimpsCaught me slippin once, got Young Juiceman with a limp100 rack dom, 20 bands for the rims(Hook)In the trap, back at itAll in know is mathematicsMan that clean fish scaleChicken wings straight out the wrapper2008, Juiceman turned into a rapperComing down the road with them bricks in a capperFlyin down the criss and my daughter pamperZone 6, white head, east AtlantaGeeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me SantaSmall fried nigga, you'll never be on my level(Verse)Shouts out to my baby, ChloeYeah, that's my homieNigga, run up on itHis family be lonelyI'm a act a donkeyBanana with the monkeyIn a stolen car but I'm ridin with a jacketNiggas on like the hockey,With some military functionsGoing up bout mine, I ain't dyin bout no ***** shitGrab the sniper and say ***** itGo in, steal a bucketThen go extend the band, in and out that ***** shitThese choppas you can't duck itYou better not try to twerk itYou ain't Ussain Bolt so you better not buggyI'mma keep it real, I'm that nigga not to ***** witPunch yo head like a brick or yo body, get it busted(Hook)In the trap, back at itAll in know is mathematicsMan that clean fish scaleChicken wings straight out the wrapper2008, Juiceman turned into a rapperComing down the road with them bricks in a capperFlyin down the criss and my daughter pamperZone 6, white head, east AtlantaGeeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me SantaSmall fried nigga, you'll never be on my level
