Mathematicians KirbLaGoop (Ft. Sickboyrari)

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Doo, doo
Nine hunnid, hunnid thousand

Damn, that surreal right there?
That surreal on the track?

[Verse 1: KirbLaGoop]
Ayy, ayy I don't know what you talkin
Keep my lingo hot I'm walkin'
On my dogs, keep it barkin'
Know I'm saucin', trappin' up in Boston
Bringing back the [?]
Ain't no flossin, masked up in Boston, hard on a hoe
Gettin' more section 4, they know hunnid dollas loc'
Um, get yo broke
Um, get yo dope
Um, get yo fo' I keep her low
Can I brag by the low? (By the low?)
[?]
Get your bitch, and I bunk her, but I came from the under
Servin to yo peoples, they know I got them needles
[?], wocked up my two liters
Can you trust? I don't trust a soul, all them boys is sus
They won't bust, I pull em four, none of 'em is cut
I say touch, big touch touch straight drop [?]
I take a bih on the ebb, I'm servin' [?]