J Runtz - Algebra Lyrics

Said he got the gas but i know it aint loud as us (f*ck)
All my money going up like a god damn ladder bruh (ladder bruh)
I can solve your shawty problems just like its algebra (algebra)
Like im checking out yeah i tell your bitch to pack it up (pack it up)
Seeing all these chainhs and these bitches yeah they mad at us (mad at us)
Looking at my pockets with the racks yeah that fat ass f*ck
Face down, told her yeah go and put that ass up
Phone dead, yeah she with me she cant answer (answer)
Rolling, baby yeah i said i just trolling
Folding, yeah i told baby yeah im going (going)
Going fast, just like the bank yeah im bout the cash (bout the cash)
And she bad, i might go and talk cause she got that ass (got that ass)
In my bag, me and you shawty we dont even match (even match)
Sipping lean, but i told her i aint do no xans (damn, do no xans)
Baby yeah im hurt, yeah i know im hurt (im hurt as f*ck)
If i take a perc i know its gon work (its gon work)
Yeah i slay that bitch yeah that pussy merked (pussy merked)
Staying with my t's like a damn shirt (damn shirt)
All the blood on your f*cking shirt, you gon need a bleacher
All the hoes on my f*cking dick, i dont even need her
If i know, i just get the green like a damn meter
Shwawty bad, i told her she can be my cheerleader
She can lead my damn team
Bitch you know im getting green
F*cking with your bitch, on the dick, turn her to a fien
By the way she looking at me, yeah i know she want me
Told her yeah, she can come over, give me sloppy
Give me sloppy