Marb

Aye
(Gang, gang)
(Gang, gang)
(Woop)
(Woop)
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Big dawg, nigga you a fucking poodle
Push up on yo' muhfucking block like I'm on a scooter
All these fucking stripes, like my name Freddy Kruger
Nigga I was 16 fucking on a cougar
Call my niggas up they pulling up like Tootles
Bitch I'm number one I never need a fucking tutor
She just hit me up and so I'm pulling up like Uber
Hop up in that motherfucking pussy like a Scuba, diver
Bitch I feel like Marble I'm a shooter
Run up on me wrong and I'mma do ya'
I'mma put this bitch to yo' medulla
I'm posted everywhere these niggas claim to be
That 40 got a drum it beat like Luger
I'm creeping with that fye I feel like Cooper
I'm balling on these hoes like I'm a hopper
And my bitch she rocking D's like she at Hooter's
Bitch about that bread I'm taking off yo' head though
He tried to run off on me so I shot the leg though
You know I keep it on me got one in the head though
And I pray we never cross I put that boy to bed though
Flexing all that money on the net but really boy you broke (You broke as fuck)
Only thing I know is keep it real you niggas breaking code
Screaming free yo' dawg but tell the truth I know that boy a hoe
Niggas go to jail and claim they real, we know he dropping soap
Bitch
You know most of these niggas out here fuck niggas
You know what I'm saying?
And I don't fuck with them and they don't fuck with me
It's all good cuz I'm still getting money you know I'm saying? (Brazy)
I'm getting money quarantine ain't even stopping nothing
Nigga say it with ya' chest, stop that damn mumbling
Ask a nigga what it is, he act so buddy
I go Rambo with that stick, leave yo' body musty
My lil bro causing havoc got these niggas mad (Prime)
Niggas claiming they the plug selling garbage bags
Gahdamn, man you need to take garbage back
Call me Brazy, Mr. Sumo cuz my pockets fat (Gang)
What The Hype Bout
You know I'm saying? Go cop that



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Writer(s): Demetri Bell
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