Frank Castro - Mathematics lyrics

[Hook] In the trap back at it, all I know is mathematics Keep that clean fish scale, chickens bust up out the wrapper 2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper Coming down the road with them bricks in a camper Flying down the Crest, bricks in my daughter Pamper Zone 6 n***a right here in East Atlanta Keep them Hefty bags, n***a you can call me Santa Small fry n***a, you'll never be on my level [Verse 1] Hater get on my level, bricks come in on schedule Dancing with the devil ever since I was in Pampers Georgia Baptist born but I was raised in East Atlanta Zone 6 n***a still trapping with them blammers Out here serving Dirty Diana, got keys just like pianos In the kitchen cooking Hannah, make a hater turn the channel Mississippi mud but my name not David Banner In it for a bag, you can keep the fame and glamour Run bricks like Deon Saunders My name they wanna slander 32 ENT and the feds wanna ban us Born in the trap but they just don't understand us Grew up with the boys but half of 'em jealous [Hook] In the trap back at it, all I know is mathematics Keep that clean fish scale, chickens bust up out the wrapper 2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper Coming down the road with them bricks in a camper Flying down the Crest, bricks in my daughter Pamper Zone 6 n***a right here in East Atlanta Keep them Hefty bags, n***a you can call me Santa Small fry n***a, you'll never be on my level [Verse 2] Swim team wrist when I'm cooking fish Catch me in the kitchen, n***a I can serve a dish Plug throw the rock, Chris Paul, I a**ist Slam like Blake, damn near broke my wrist Posted in the trap, in the yard is some fish Say I got it from rap, nah n***a, it was bricks 'Cause the J's love the rocks and the n***as love to sniff Smoking up the gas, [?] we call it piff Feeling like Tony, got my name on a blimp Shout out to Memphis, got Young Juiceman feel like pimps Caught me slipping once, got Young Juiceman with a limp Hundred rack donk, 20 bands for the rims [Hook] In the trap back at it, all I know is mathematics Keep that clean fish scale, chickens bust up out the wrapper 2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper Coming down the road with them bricks in a camper Flying down the Crest, bricks in my daughter Pamper Zone 6 n***a right here in East Atlanta Keep them Hefty bags, n***a you can call me Santa Small fry n***a, you'll never be on my level [Verse 3] Shouts out to my baby Chloe Yeah, that's my homie n***a, run up on we His family be lonely I'ma act a donkey Banana with the monkey In a stolen car but I'm riding with a junkie Mask on like a hockey with some military functions Going out 'bout mine, I ain't dying bout no f** sh** Grab the sniper and say f** it Go and steal a bucket Then [?], ending all that f** sh** These choppas, you can't duck it You better not try to truck it You ain't Usain Bolt so you better not buck it I'ma keep it real, I'm that n***a not to f** wit Treat your head like a brick, boy you 'bout to get it busted [Hook] In the trap back at it, all I know is mathematics Keep that clean fish scale, chickens bust up out the wrapper 2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper Coming down the road with them bricks in a camper Flying down the Crest, bricks in my daughter Pamper Zone 6 n***a right here in East Atlanta Keep them Hefty bags, n***a you can call me Santa Small fry n***a, you'll never be on my level