March, man. still love ya, you went ghost. It's ok
Aye, aye, aye
Post on the block with a Glock 19. And the Glock real big, missing shots with the
Fin. Try to be my hoe, but I ain't need know
Try to step up, watch the gun, gun blow. Try to play a nigga, but a nigga do the show
Brr, brr, brr
Shots ran through, hit a nigga like rick. Stepping ina show bet i get that ho stomping
Steady cappin on live like lil nigga who stunning
Got 15 shots in the back of the skat. Said she wanna f*ck got hit from the back
Nigga rack for the rack, we can go for a stack
Now your bitch tried to kiss told the hoe, she was fat
Try to ghost on me, nah I don't give a f*ck
Told dat boy he a bitch, put his ass in the trunk
Put your ass in my lap, man, this shit so fat
Young nigga had a smile, and the bitch got wet
Putting nut on the face, then the hoe got sick
Put a nigga on the show, bet I pop my shi
Know you missing on me, but I don't miss you
While you looking at me, I'm trying to kiss you
Tell emstep on the gas when we hop in the box
Nigga perc 15, know we popping these rocks
S-R-T, red, but we ain't slime
We ain't mean to shoot you, you ain't had to start crying
Told her I love her, you know I ain't lying
It's 100 some shots, watch them hoes get the flying
I don't care what you do, cause I stay to myself
And I know you ain't close, but you know I still love you
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Brr, brr, brr, brr
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Catch a sliver, 100 shots, we gon' travel
Play wii gang, he get shot like a master
I ain't never ran, you can call me a tracker
March Madness, get shot by day
March Madness, niggas know we okay
Ay, call up my phone, but lil' bitch, I don't see
Stay back on the ground, I be watching TV
Stay wanna f*ck, but lil ho ion creep
L-A, nigga, you gay cause you wanna be me
Got one bullet in the motherf*cking leg
Ay, call up nigga Chris, so young niggas sped
Hit a nigga with the Glock 23
Spell a nigga like Akkelah and B
Your hoe she a freak put my thumb on her butt
She probably juh pretty, but that ho a slut
Ay, ay, ay,
MarchMadness, get shot by day
March Madness, niggas know we okay
March Madness, get shot by day
March Madness, niggas know we okay
Aye, aye, aye March Madness, shot by day
March Madness, niggas know we okay
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March, man. still love ya, you went ghost. It's ok
Aye, aye, aye
Post on the block with a Glock 19. And the Glock real big, missing shots with the
Fin. Try to be my hoe, but I ain't need know
Try to step up, watch the gun, gun blow. Try to play a nigga, but a nigga do the show
Brr, brr, brr
Shots ran through, hit a nigga like rick. Stepping ina show bet i get that ho stomping
Steady cappin on live like lil nigga who stunning
Got 15 shots in the back of the skat. Said she wanna f*ck got hit from the back
Nigga rack for the rack, we can go for a stack
Now your bitch tried to kiss told the hoe, she was fat
Try to ghost on me, nah I don't give a f*ck
Told dat boy he a bitch, put his ass in the trunk
Put your ass in my lap, man, this shit so fat
Young nigga had a smile, and the bitch got wet
Putting nut on the face, then the hoe got sick
Put a nigga on the show, bet I pop my shi
Know you missing on me, but I don't miss you
While you looking at me, I'm trying to kiss you
Tell emstep on the gas when we hop in the box
Nigga perc 15, know we popping these rocks
S-R-T, red, but we ain't slime
We ain't mean to shoot you, you ain't had to start crying
Told her I love her, you know I ain't lying
It's 100 some shots, watch them hoes get the flying
I don't care what you do, cause I stay to myself
And I know you ain't close, but you know I still love you
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Brr, brr, brr, brr
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Catch a sliver, 100 shots, we gon' travel
Play wii gang, he get shot like a master
I ain't never ran, you can call me a tracker
March Madness, get shot by day
March Madness, niggas know we okay
Ay, call up my phone, but lil' bitch, I don't see
Stay back on the ground, I be watching TV
Stay wanna f*ck, but lil ho ion creep
L-A, nigga, you gay cause you wanna be me
Got one bullet in the motherf*cking leg
Ay, call up nigga Chris, so young niggas sped
Hit a nigga with the Glock 23
Spell a nigga like Akkelah and B
Your hoe she a freak put my thumb on her butt
She probably juh pretty, but that ho a slut
Ay, ay, ay,
MarchMadness, get shot by day
March Madness, niggas know we okay
March Madness, get shot by day
March Madness, niggas know we okay
Aye, aye, aye March Madness, shot by day
March Madness, niggas know we okay
Aye, aye, aye
Post on the block with a Glock 19. And the Glock real big, missing shots with the
Fin. Try to be my hoe, but I ain't need know
Try to step up, watch the gun, gun blow. Try to play a nigga, but a nigga do the show
Brr, brr, brr
Shots ran through, hit a nigga like rick. Stepping ina show bet i get that ho stomping
Steady cappin on live like lil nigga who stunning
Got 15 shots in the back of the skat. Said she wanna f*ck got hit from the back
Nigga rack for the rack, we can go for a stack
Now your bitch tried to kiss told the hoe, she was fat
Try to ghost on me, nah I don't give a f*ck
Told dat boy he a bitch, put his ass in the trunk
Put your ass in my lap, man, this shit so fat
Young nigga had a smile, and the bitch got wet
Putting nut on the face, then the hoe got sick
Put a nigga on the show, bet I pop my shi
Know you missing on me, but I don't miss you
While you looking at me, I'm trying to kiss you
Tell emstep on the gas when we hop in the box
Nigga perc 15, know we popping these rocks
S-R-T, red, but we ain't slime
We ain't mean to shoot you, you ain't had to start crying
Told her I love her, you know I ain't lying
It's 100 some shots, watch them hoes get the flying
I don't care what you do, cause I stay to myself
And I know you ain't close, but you know I still love you
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Brr, brr, brr, brr
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Catch a sliver, 100 shots, we gon' travel
Play wii gang, he get shot like a master
I ain't never ran, you can call me a tracker
March Madness, get shot by day
March Madness, niggas know we okay
Ay, call up my phone, but lil' bitch, I don't see
Stay back on the ground, I be watching TV
Stay wanna f*ck, but lil ho ion creep
L-A, nigga, you gay cause you wanna be me
Got one bullet in the motherf*cking leg
Ay, call up nigga Chris, so young niggas sped
Hit a nigga with the Glock 23
Spell a nigga like Akkelah and B
Your hoe she a freak put my thumb on her butt
She probably juh pretty, but that ho a slut
Ay, ay, ay,
MarchMadness, get shot by day
March Madness, niggas know we okay
March Madness, get shot by day
March Madness, niggas know we okay
Aye, aye, aye March Madness, shot by day
March Madness, niggas know we okay
Writer: Jaden Franklin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid