Mathematics (Esta Loca)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (Yeah, roll that) Uh-huh (The green shit) We on the beach Miami, this shit is mad nice out here (It's ninety degrees, nigga) My niggas keep hitting me on my cell phone in NY I'm saying they bleeding out there, it's snowing out there right now Yo, yo [Verse 1] Ayo, my family's half Latin King, half Godbody Half Blood and half Neta, so, nigga, wepa It don't matter whatever you is I sneeze in your food, show you I'm rude I'm half Puerto Rock, what? Puerto Rican my pops My moms Black, most people call me a mutt Yo, they always said my first words was what-what And it stuck with me like my fingers stay sticky Shifty, lowdown, greedy, and risky Take a shit on y'all, then I spit on y'all Niggas gas like a fart, yo, wally my Clark Rock the low sport, always show Latino support My niggas travel from Miami to Cali, Cali to Miami Didn't even come home the whole winter Shit is cold in New York, God, kid, it snow hard I'd rather be out of state, call me Chico DeBarge On some other shit, nice and slow like the Usher shit You make me wanna, uh-huh, just smother shit PYP, nigga, play your part Or you can LFS, yo, leave from start [Chorus] Esta loca (Loca), yo, dame chocha (Chocha) Yo, esta loca (Loca), dame chocha (Chocha) Esta loca (Loca), dame chocha (Chocha) (Ay, papi, dámelo por favor) (Ay, papi, dámelo por favor) (Ay, papi) [Verse 2] Special guest appearance, my name hardly get the clearance Only family will have no interference Or intersection, it's like a thugged-out connection From in state to out of state, we still eat great And you know I like to get drunk, roll that skunk I travel and pump while y'all just punk In your own hood, hoping you blow, knock on wood You do what I thought while I do what you should I got a chick everywhere while y'all fuck local Bitch I bumped years ago, heard her throat vocal I ain't mad though, a nigga like me get mad dough When I stick with my fam 'cause you know how that go Rock Armani Ex' with the Cartier specs Lighten up, back to back with my tick in my 'Lex Yo, that's the issue, I'm on the beats now, official Playing volleyball instead of playing with a pistol I like money, money make a nigga feel ill I ain't had to sell crack since I had my deal And that's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real That's some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real [Chorus] Esta loca (Loca), dame chocha (Chocha) Esta loca (Loca), dame chocha (Chocha) Esta loca (Loca), dame chocha (Chocha) [Outro] Now you can get with this or you can get with that You can get with this or you can get with that You can get with this or you can get with that I say you get with this 'cause this is Iraq, Iraq, motherfucker