Calculator

(album: Sorry For The Get Off - 2019)

Meech, what it look like?
Boy
Meech

Don't believe shit but the calculator
Four in a twenty, dawg, got me daydreaming
You heard that (Roof) can get you paid, nigga
But if you get caught moving, that case different
Don't believe shit but the calculator
Four in a twenty, dawg, got me daydreaming
You heard that (Roof) can get you paid, nigga
But if you get caught moving, that case different

Woo, mama said, "Keep consistent paper"
I picked the fuck up from the station
I told my young dawg just be patient
Please bring that Wocky flavor
Hit a nigga bitch just for hating
Shut up, bitch, damn, why you say shit?
I get a lot of love and some fakeness
I guess the, woo, I'ma shake it
She seen the molly on the table, said she wanna taste it

I told a nigga I gotta push the bag, I ain't waiting
I just hit an opp bitch, I think, right on Grayton
And I heard she had a friend, why you didn't say shit?
Dawg, you boned, should've taped it
The boys sell quicker, yeah, they love Raymond
It's a lot of rounds, dawg, you ain't gotta aim it
Swear I don't believe shit but this calculation

Don't believe shit but the calculator
Four in a twenty, dawg, got me daydreaming
You heard that (Roof) can get you paid, nigga
But if you get caught moving, that case different
Don't believe shit but the calculator
Four in a twenty, dawg, got me daydreaming
You heard that (Roof) can get you paid, nigga
But if you get caught moving, that case different

Don't believe shit, even the seals on the pint
Don't believe shit but the Ben Frankies, right?
Freaky hoes running in and out my life
I'm just sick, we just flushed the whole pint
Pyrus from Inglewood, ride with Stacey 'nem
They got Glock and FN's, boy, don't play with them
I seen a thot in this bitch, I can't lay with it
I almost broke my wrist tryna lock a bid
He almost blew the bag tryna buy a bitch
He almost lost his life tryna finesse a zip

I asked lil' baby, yeah, who hit it better than me?
She wanted me to stop, I told her, "Let me finish"
I can't believe these niggas thought they jeffing to me
I just believe these bitches far as I can see 'em
Man, I'm all under the car, buy his rack a pen
Soon as he come out, dawg wet his beater
You ain't never took an L on the Justin Bieber
Instagram hot as hell, I'm 'bout to grab a beeper
Dawg talking wet as hell, I'm 'bout to grab the heater
I can't believe these bitches, they be capping to me

Don't believe shit but the calculator
Four in a twenty, dawg, got me daydreaming
You heard that (Roof) can get you paid, nigga
But if you get caught moving, that case different