Eskimo Slop - Science (feat. Yung Smoody)

Ay
I ain't even gone talk on this Sarge
Ay
They know what the fuck I do
Leggo
Ay
I let the money
Talk for me
I don't have to say shit
I just walk in there quiet
When I'm in the spot
You know I make it hot
Fuck around
Have to put out a fire
Niggas say that it's beef
Till we pull up and see
All a sudden
All these niggas on diets
She feeling my vibe
She say we got chemistry
Sorry I'm not good
At Science
I only like math
My diamonds
They wet like a bath
And they hit like a jab
Feeling like Spence
I get in the booth
And I'm knocking it out
Make it fast
We don't got no chemistry
Girl you just into me
But I am not in yo lab
When me and my dogs
Out to eat
We sit down have a feast
Put it all on my tab
Cause I be getting big racks
Party in my trunk
Kickers kick back
Fat nigga never had a 6 pack
Might get ya bitch snatched
One hit
Probably get ya bitch back
Dusty ass hoe
Clean the lint trap
I ain't got time
I got these racks on my mind
I gotta stay on my grind
Yeah shawty she fine
But I like 50s and 100s
Why waste all my time
On a dime
Go back and rewind
They used to say
I wasn't gone pop
Now them niggas don't talk
Like a mime
Still in my prime
Niggas ain't seeing me
Just wasting energy
Better quit trying
I'm just bout that action
I get on the beat
Get to snapping
Got C's on my chest
Like a captain
Niggas trip but I'm packing
Why I be chilling relaxing
Don't even respond
To the madness
I let the money
Talk for me
I don't have to say shit
I just walk in there quiet
When I'm in the spot
You know I make it hot
Fuck around
Have to put out a fire
Niggas say that it's beef
Till we pull up and see
All a sudden
All these niggas on diets
She feeling my vibe
She say we got chemistry
Sorry I'm not good
At Science
Walked in the club
Like a purse
I start snatching
I'm looking at hoes
I forgot I was rapping
My bitch from Orlando
Her pussy was magic
Got my teeth gold
Then I stopped off in magic
Girl we just fucking
Stop calling me daddy
I gave her my number
She dropping the addy
Dick the bitch down
I done popped me a addy
This jet fuel
I'm smoking
I'm high as a attic
Had dinner with RiRi
Had stopped off in DGs
The longways like peewee
My belt it was GG
Ain't looking for love
I can't fuck with no Keke
We smoking the tookah
My gas it be reeking
Heard one these niggas
Had turned to informant
$200 cup thats what
I'm pouring
Pass me the bar
Haa snoring
Crank the gas up
On the hemi
It's roaring
Me and big Slop
Had got higher
Than field goals
I get more pussy
Than hoes with a dildo
This drank is too thick
Spill my cup
It'll spill slow
My next baby mama
In class up in spill mode
My third baby mama
In school up at Spelman
I get so high
That I can't even
Spell man
I missed all them classes
I had gotten expelled man
If I don't make money
Off rap
What the hell man
I let the money
Talk for me
I don't have to say shit
I just walk in there quiet
When I'm in the spot
You know I make it hot
Fuck around
Have to put out a fire
Niggas say that it's beef
Till we pull up and see
All a sudden
All these niggas on diets
She feeling my vibe
She say we got chemistry
Sorry I'm not good
At Science

Written by:
Gary Freemon, Kody Sutton

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