Rocket Science lyrics

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
So this the game we playin'?
Fit the same, but all the loaves be different on a daily basis
Bro, it's something off about this n*gga, I feel the radiation
I don't even think them n*ggas hate me, n*ggas hatin'-hatin'
And I just hit her from the back, I got her aching-aching
n*gga, I don't want no four-for-four, I want the Baconator
Boy, you letting that sh*t make you, you supposed to make the paper
I'll never let that sh*t make me, I'm the paper maker

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
Crest n*gga out that North Pole where it get cold at
Catch a sucka out, them n*ggas act like they ain't on that
Been balling, b*tch, I'm still balling, where your dough at?
Where them suckas hiding? Probably where them n*ggas broke at
Who got a eight? I'm on the way, I'm tryna pour that
n*ggas know it's on me, nah, I don't need to show that
We the youngest, litty in my city, n*ggas know that
Feed the opp fifty out this Glizzy, n*gga hold that

[Verse 3: DaBoii]
Do yourself a favor, come and get yo' b*tch with her lil' ho ass
Hand up on my face, look to the side like something don't add
Oh, you want the bands? Them bandy-bands? Then hit the road, Jack
So they can see my face, I'll do it bare, my n*gga, no mask
[Verse 4: Slimmy B]
Riding with some sh*t that's limpin' n*ggas up, big as f*ck
Hit 'em wit' that choppa, DOA, come pick that n*gga up
b*tch asked me do this di*k cost? b*tch, pretty much
So if you ain't got no dough, b*tch, giddy-up
This ain't no f*ckin' EDD, b*tch, I'm really up
She gon' suck me 'til I skeet then eat them kiddies up
They can stay with Dracs, we'll come and tear your city up
You'll think I'm dissing Biggie Smalls the way I hit 'em up

[Verse 5: DaBoii]
You owe me? Better pay me, n*gga, run that
My b*tch keep tryna leave, I'm on the phone like, "Where my son at?"
He know the politics and still around 'em? I'm on bruh ass
These shells'll end a n*gga's life for good he try to jump back
The suckas know what's happening when they see us, n*ggas run fast
Water on my neck when I'm out sliding, baby, Sunsplash
And b*tch that was a bar, you wouldn't get that with your dumb ass
And everything them n*ggas tryna do, boy, we done done that

[Verse 6: Slimmy B]
My little cousin Demon, call that n*gga Mr. Tear It Off
If the price right, f*ck a flight, I'ma mail 'em off
Yeah, I heard it's suckas in the club, but I don't care at all
Trippin' on whoever, n*gga, I ain't got no fear at all
[Verse 7: DaBoii]
I heard the opps up on the way, b*tch, we ain't panickin'
Bring that lil' n*gga head to me, I'll pay some bands for him
I can't tell the difference from a synonym and antonym
But I can tell you n*ggas hoes, y'all boys is dancing sh*t
And I'm in love with Perky-erks, but I do not advise it
See my opps, do what I gotta do, this sh*t ain't rocket science
Ain't gon' lie, that sh*t made me a man when I seen mama crying
Rollers tryna blerp, I got it covered, put my Glock inside her, b*tch