Ain’t Adding Up

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Young Chris - Rap, New York Rap

Ain’t Adding Up

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[Intro: Young Chris] Grrt, yeah Checks, ah, mm Yeah Uh [Verse 1: Young Chris] Hit his top, if I give him six, he better hit his shot Suit and tie with my fitted cap Number one draftee from the biggest block (Yeah) Cooper Flagg in the coupe with Nast' Givin' boot to ass like, rather shoot than pass All black nigga from the booth, I'm askin' (Yeah) All out war, nigga, who can last? (Yeah) Grrah, get to work, nigga, movin' fast Sanitations, nigga, move the trash (Move that bullshit) I got a clip full of dummies and a clique full of dummies that'll move and crash Move the dog, and we move the glass Get it lower like a mower, nigga move the grass Fuckin' evеrybody, she don't know who the dad But she know all about thе latest shoes and bags (Ha) Shoutout to Charlotte, the hookah pass Come fuck me, bitch, get you through the tab Tom Ford lessons, Frank Muller swag You need a couple Daytona's, get me two way cash Two hammers on me, two in the stash, I'm doin' like two on the dash (Haha) Back in session, I'm schoolin' the class (Yeah) None of you niggas ain't doin' the math, it ain't addin' up [Verse 2: Dave East] Uh, it never add up when I try do the math (Never) Niggas is Judas, no dissin' Zab Donovan Mitchell, they shoot for the calves (Leg shot) I need massages, they doin' 'em bad Coupe with new tags, I could be lootin' for cash (Skrrt) I got recruited to trap, shoot at his face, I don't care about who in no mask (Boom) They hopped out a Uber in black and let it go "Brr" (Brr) When I get with Chris like an asthma attack It's hard to breathe with niggas that's peril Can't look at your girl when we give her back (Uh-uh) You know that she different, way that she walkin' is different (Diff') Way that she talkin' is different (So different) She not the same, like Captain Morgan, I put out my leg, but I would not kiss her (Mwah, mwah) I like her brain, told 'em, "A bundle of King" Then I got back on the train, that's nothin' to mention (Nothin' to talk about) After I twist her, I just came with dementia, I don't remember "How you get back on yo' game?" Nigga, this pimpin' I never lost it, they had to forfeit Nigga, move cautious, I'm with the members (Members) I'm with the mafia, we just landed at LaGuardia Low-key, never obvious (Nope, no) Know that on you when they lookin' with binoculars I'm still on ice like the islanders (Ice) More like the Rangers, shooter had me at them ranges Niggas pullin' up in Ranges (Skrrt) Hope you don't get involved when it's dangerous I seen them risk it all to get famous, Pablo [Outro: Dave East] Ayo, C, who gon' talk it like we, my nigga? From the East to MP, niggas know where I be

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  • Dave East
  • Young Chris