Small Math by KVNG DAVID Lyrics
Tell em everyone gon see
I ain’t fucking stopping
Til I’m in your top three
Hustle 24/11
Lucky 7x3
Took a Gamble on my vision
Flipped the bag
It’s times three
Tell em
Cash movin fast
From the bag
To the stash
Counting hundred after hundred
Hit the gas like scoot scoot
It’s a lot man Do the math
Like scoot scoot
Like scoot scoot
Tell em
Cruising down the Ave hit the gas
Speeding pass
With the pedal to the metal in a flash
Movin fast like scoot scoot
If a duffel in my grasp
I scoot scoot
Scoot scoot
Scoot scoot
Cruising down the Ave hit the gas
Speeding pass
With the pedal to the metal in a flash
Movin fast like scoot scoot
If a duffel in my grasp
I scoot scoot
Scoot scoot
Scoot scoot
I, I, I, I, I get the bags
Sir, no Louis
Talking cash
If the conversation shifting
Add a comma to the tab
I work my ass off
Fuck you laugh for
Ho I’m dead up I’m gon get it
Gon live high class, ho
I’ll pay cash
Million dollar pads
Call it high ceilings
Ceilings
Fuck you feeling, feeling
Mad that I’m dealing, dealing
Oh you tryn kill em, kill em
I ain’t gotta move a goon get it
Marks x on opposition
That’s pinned position
That’s shots blast in your back
I said high class
Show them boys cash
You’ll see the car pass
And next you’ll see black
Lil Nigga its levels
And I’m sitting on ending
Focus on finnin’
Be the headliner gimme ten and
Just a little shine
Apply the pen
And up the cocky
Fuck a copy catter
Bitch I’m well written
Biblically it’s written
I’m kinging
And swinging my shot
And I’m knocking some heads
It’s a pleasure to show you the winnings
Lyrically fulfilling
It’s ill and you knowing
You feel it in places
It takes u to spaces
That feel like you sinning
Like nigga who did this?
Nigga who is this?
Is it?
Really he did it, did it
No I feel it
Really I feel it, feel em
Who the fuck would’ve guessed this one?
Just listen
I’m bad
All in my bag
Dressed for the bag
Reaching for racks
See I grow fast
Look at my past
Don’t make a bad nigga
Go back, back
Tell em everyone gon see
I ain’t fucking stopping
Til I’m in your top three
Hustle 24/11
Lucky 7x3
Took a Gamble on my vision
Flipped the bag
It’s times three
Tell em
Cash movin fast
From the bag
To the stash
Counting hundred after hundred
Hit the gas
Moving fast like scoot scoot
It’s a lot man
Do the math like
Scoot scoot
Like scoot scoot
Tell em
I, I, I Said Don’t be tardy for my party
Now you sorry
Chopped like Charlie
We don’t see you
There’s a list
It seems you don’t have the authority
If back then
You was a friend then
You and me would both be winning
But you isn’t
And you didn’t
Stay the fuck up out your feelings
Im the ending
The beginning
A new best in the game
I’m the realest
True the trillest
Niggas finna know my name
Say my name
Fuck the games
Man, this season play the ref
So say less
Before I bench you
Just to flex
Be upset, nigga
10x10 small math keep shit 100
Fuck new friends
My grass cut
Y’all don’t want it
Like nigga keep stunting
Gon’ push your cap
Nigga stop fronting
We big all caps
Next will be that doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
All in your back
I ain’t fucking stopping
Til I’m in your top three
Hustle 24/11
Lucky 7x3
Took a Gamble on my vision
Flipped the bag
It’s times three
Tell em
Cash movin fast
From the bag
To the stash
Counting hundred after hundred
Hit the gas like scoot scoot
It’s a lot man Do the math
Like scoot scoot
Like scoot scoot
Tell em
Cruising down the Ave hit the gas
Speeding pass
With the pedal to the metal in a flash
Movin fast like scoot scoot
If a duffel in my grasp
I scoot scoot
Scoot scoot
Scoot scoot
Cruising down the Ave hit the gas
Speeding pass
With the pedal to the metal in a flash
Movin fast like scoot scoot
If a duffel in my grasp
I scoot scoot
Scoot scoot
Scoot scoot
I, I, I, I, I get the bags
Sir, no Louis
Talking cash
If the conversation shifting
Add a comma to the tab
I work my ass off
Fuck you laugh for
Ho I’m dead up I’m gon get it
Gon live high class, ho
I’ll pay cash
Million dollar pads
Call it high ceilings
Ceilings
Fuck you feeling, feeling
Mad that I’m dealing, dealing
Oh you tryn kill em, kill em
I ain’t gotta move a goon get it
Marks x on opposition
That’s pinned position
That’s shots blast in your back
I said high class
Show them boys cash
You’ll see the car pass
And next you’ll see black
Lil Nigga its levels
And I’m sitting on ending
Focus on finnin’
Be the headliner gimme ten and
Just a little shine
Apply the pen
And up the cocky
Fuck a copy catter
Bitch I’m well written
Biblically it’s written
I’m kinging
And swinging my shot
And I’m knocking some heads
It’s a pleasure to show you the winnings
Lyrically fulfilling
It’s ill and you knowing
You feel it in places
It takes u to spaces
That feel like you sinning
Like nigga who did this?
Nigga who is this?
Is it?
Really he did it, did it
No I feel it
Really I feel it, feel em
Who the fuck would’ve guessed this one?
Just listen
I’m bad
All in my bag
Dressed for the bag
Reaching for racks
See I grow fast
Look at my past
Don’t make a bad nigga
Go back, back
Tell em everyone gon see
I ain’t fucking stopping
Til I’m in your top three
Hustle 24/11
Lucky 7x3
Took a Gamble on my vision
Flipped the bag
It’s times three
Tell em
Cash movin fast
From the bag
To the stash
Counting hundred after hundred
Hit the gas
Moving fast like scoot scoot
It’s a lot man
Do the math like
Scoot scoot
Like scoot scoot
Tell em
I, I, I Said Don’t be tardy for my party
Now you sorry
Chopped like Charlie
We don’t see you
There’s a list
It seems you don’t have the authority
If back then
You was a friend then
You and me would both be winning
But you isn’t
And you didn’t
Stay the fuck up out your feelings
Im the ending
The beginning
A new best in the game
I’m the realest
True the trillest
Niggas finna know my name
Say my name
Fuck the games
Man, this season play the ref
So say less
Before I bench you
Just to flex
Be upset, nigga
10x10 small math keep shit 100
Fuck new friends
My grass cut
Y’all don’t want it
Like nigga keep stunting
Gon’ push your cap
Nigga stop fronting
We big all caps
Next will be that doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
All in your back