Mathematician / BlackOut Songtext
von CEO Trayle

The car doesn′t have an ignition
The broads in the passenger kissing
The frauds in the back and they wishing
The Glock got the option of switching
You sposed to pop at the opp and the witness
You are watching a mathematician
We just broke down the slabs in the kitchen
Told lil bro don't go back on a mission
Took a gold one and wrapped up the jimmy
I just broke up her back in some minutes
If you broke don′t come back kus you finished
If you told don't come back kus we killin'
They say Big Ol′ Backdoor he a villain
It was scars on my back and they itching
We don′t call it a cat it's a kitty
I′m not arguing back with these bitches


I won't talk bout no rats or no snitches
You know Big Ol′ Back back and it's business
When I seen him he turned back to Christian
Once you gone can′t come back for that dissing
Just like No Limit Wet ima drench em
Take her soul give it back ima pimp her
And them percocets fuck with my mental
And the score gone be up when we enter
Ayy, he just stole a new rental
You would think he was 4PF ain't a?
And like Father forgive us the sinners
And I took his lil bitch out to dinner
Dolly White I would give you my liver
Really running shit Principal Skinner
We got one hundred some guns ona sprinter
Choppa go dun dun dun and he dinner

The car doesn't have an ignition
The broads in the passenger kissing
The frauds in the back and they wishing
The Glock got the option of switching
You sposed to pop at the opp and the witness
You are watching a mathematician
We just broke down the slabs in the kitchen
Told lil bro don′t go back on a mission


I had to make sure the door get open
From the top of the charts in the trap house
When these perky′s get popped then he black out
Get the top kick her out she got bad mouth
They say I hate C4 so they mad now
They say they hate the CEO too
Is they hating on Mr. 4 too
They must not like it when Backdoor come thru
It's not one hundred k in the mattress it′s two
And my hands getting dirty and bloody I'm working
You know they perpetrated, betraying and purpin′
I coulda shot em but it wasn't worth it
Found Big Backdoor wave and surfed it
Wrapped up his head with a turban
Then we wrapped up his head like a turban
How the fuck you don′t got no pape it's disturbing
22 Caddy truck this not Excursion

Ayy Ayy excuse me
Why you say that you love me, you use me
You don't do nothing but beat and abuse me
Say you love me and leave me confuse me
Off the top she said she was gone choose me
All the feelings shìt deep in the music
They told me bout the sweep ima lose it
Say you dig this shit deep nigga prove it
And my neighborhood Karen and Susan
Put your boots on and lace up your shoes and
He ain′t want it he making excuses
You ain′t part of this shit then you useless
Drinking twenty five cent on the juices
Bank account look like fifty Raspucha's
Fuck a bitch like Taraji I′m Lucius
Don't go live it′ll leak this exclusive

I had to make sure the door get open
From the top of the charts in the trap house
When these perky's get popped then he black out
Get the top kick her out she got bad mouth
They say I hate C4 so they mad now
They say they hate the CEO too
Is they hating on Mr. 4 too
They must not like it when Backdoor come thru
It′s not one hundred k in the mattress it's two