Lyrics to MAM Freestyle
If one plus one equals two, nigga (Nigga, nigga)
And if two plus two equals four, nigga (Nigga, nigga)
Then tell me what the fuck is this?
Out here fuckin' with a bitch
Ain't no other way to put it, you a whore nigga (Nigga, nigga)
I don't got the time of day to be worried 'bout you
Or who you steady fuckin' on the down low
But I'll give you fifteen minutes to come pack your shit
Get up out this bitch, finna sleep in your truck
Bed, spread, nigga I ain't stressin'
You was unloyal while I'm winnin', getting bread (Getting bread, bitch)
And tell me just exactly how you fucked up
When you bagged me, I had the both of us lucked up (Lucked up)
Stalkin' all my pages, bettеr remain nameless
Say my career floppin', watch mе, I'ma get too famous
I'll be the type of bitch that jealous hoes can't hang with
I'll be the type of bitch that all these niggas wanna bang, bitch
Don't be worried 'bout me 'cause my phone stay blasted
Takin' off my shoes like I'm outside trappin'
You got me fucked up if you think I'll let you back in
Better add it up 'cause the math ain't mathin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin' (This shit ain't mathin')
I got vocals but you know I be rappin' (You know I be rappin')
Dick game got me in bed, nappin' (Yawn)
Pen got jokes, HA, knee slappin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin'
And if two plus two equals four, nigga (Nigga, nigga)
Then tell me what the fuck is this?
Out here fuckin' with a bitch
Ain't no other way to put it, you a whore nigga (Nigga, nigga)
I don't got the time of day to be worried 'bout you
Or who you steady fuckin' on the down low
But I'll give you fifteen minutes to come pack your shit
Get up out this bitch, finna sleep in your truck
Bed, spread, nigga I ain't stressin'
You was unloyal while I'm winnin', getting bread (Getting bread, bitch)
And tell me just exactly how you fucked up
When you bagged me, I had the both of us lucked up (Lucked up)
Stalkin' all my pages, bettеr remain nameless
Say my career floppin', watch mе, I'ma get too famous
I'll be the type of bitch that jealous hoes can't hang with
I'll be the type of bitch that all these niggas wanna bang, bitch
Don't be worried 'bout me 'cause my phone stay blasted
Takin' off my shoes like I'm outside trappin'
You got me fucked up if you think I'll let you back in
Better add it up 'cause the math ain't mathin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin' (This shit ain't mathin')
I got vocals but you know I be rappin' (You know I be rappin')
Dick game got me in bed, nappin' (Yawn)
Pen got jokes, HA, knee slappin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin'
Yeah, this shit ain't mathin'
