Muyeol - Algebra Lyrics

Ooh, yeah, Muyeol, ayy, look
I don't chase clout, man
That ain't what I'm about, man
Why you run your mouth, man?
Shit's harder down south, man

We goin' harder than algebra
We goin' harder than algebra
Geometry, calculus, algebra
We 'bout to f*ck up just like algebra

Flows so cold like the NHL
I got this album, wanna buy or sell?
Only got two racks, can't you tell?
I'm still in school, 'bout to ring the bell

Made out with your bitch in the backyard
Jocking with me cause my shit slaps hard
Then I gotta leave, get my ass far
Away from the bitch, that's your last call

My style finna stay saucy
Got grills? How you stay flossy?
Boys wanna be in my posse
Like a drill sergeant, I'm bossy

Got an old car with some new tech
Damn I think I might cause a shipwreck
Rep the 415 and I'm in check
Ooh, Muyeol

I don't chase clout, man
That ain't what I'm about, man
Why you run your mouth, man?
Shit's harder down south, man

We goin' harder than algebra
We goin' harder than algebra
Geometry, calculus, algebra
We 'bout to f*ck up just like algebra

Gucci, Louis, Chanel, Fendi, Prada
You boys out here stuntin but I don't bother
The shit's more expensive than your father
And his spicy chicken enchiladas

You see, I was never born to flex
Only shit I spit is the truth
Your friends showing off to get checks?
Bitch, get the f*ck out my booth

All of your lyrics with the expletives
All of your songs are repetitive
All of your feelings, insensitive
All of you makes me contemplative

I can't understand what you say
Your accent sounds like you're on crack
I'm about to take your ex-girlfriend
And I ain't letting you get her back!

I don't chase clout, man
That ain't what I'm about, man
Why you run your mouth, man?
Shit's harder down south, man

We goin' harder than algebra
We goin' harder than algebra
Geometry, calculus, algebra
We 'bout to f*ck up just like algebra

Emerald all up on my wrist, like my birthday
Pull up to the campus with my squad, broke boy
How the f*ck you gonna move bricks to the bando
And not get caught by the law, broke boy?

They wanna make me fit in
But I am in my own lane
Tryna make me wear supreme
Hoe, I wear your own name

You live the lifestyle I hate
I hate the lifestyle you love
Motherf*ckers on my plate
Throw up the peace like a dove

All the girls wanna f*ck with me, huh?
I can't be with more than one chick
You hatin' cause I ain't luxury, huh?
Why don't you get off of my dick!

I don't chase clout, man
That ain't what I'm about, man
Why you run your mouth, man?
Shit's harder down south, man

We goin' harder than algebra
We goin' harder than algebra
Geometry, calculus, algebra
We 'bout to f*ck up just like algebra