March Madness (feat. Ol Smith)

I know when she mad she don't write me
I am the man in the front just like Spike Lee
How do I ask you for head but politely?
Asked for her sign I thought she was a Pisces
Yeah her ass fat and her lips done like Kylie
Made a fat pack cause the fiends off this Miley
In the backpack eighths got lean got Molly
Got a big gat incase I gotta hurt somebody
Trust nobody
I double the bag when I work by myself
Ain't no going back I don't fuck with the help
You know I'm official they know how I'm built
Laps around the map on the road dodging jail
Fucked on her friend cause she don't wanna share
That shit niggas stashing I throw in the air
I leave with the baddest she all in my ear
Imagine you hating I don't even care
It's only lit cause I'm there
Promoters move wock till I catch you in a party
Watch when Drama appear
Ran up a bag tell a hater I'm sorry
Magic the way that I make it appear
So many P's in the back look like bodies
Watch how I'm making the work disappear
Counting this money they thought I was on
It's wet like a fountain the jewels I got on
Stack it up like a mountain young nigga put on
When we fuck do it quick
When we done she gone
You ain't a boss if you ain't put up em on
You gotta get right you been moving wrong
I need a bag just to make a song
I made a big bag gave some to my mom
I need me a bag if ima perform
They ain't see me in long
The Patek or Rollie won't Carti my arm
Like what ya be on?
I run it fast next minute it's gone
Can't think bout the past that's a quarterback job
Double the cash and talk on a song
I made this shit last I'm stretching it long
If it's money niggas dying bout it
But I ain't never gon beef bout a hoe
Fucked his bitch and now he crying bout it
I ain't trippin told her leave me alone
I'm too lit ain't shit to keep on the low
How I did it might not work for us both
I'm the nigga that be curving the most
I'm the nigga that they sub on a post

Yeah
If you know then you know I'm the goat
These broke niggas talking the most
Niggas laughed and I ain't get the joke
It's fun and games till I'm all in her throat
I burn a bridge and don't give a fuck what I did
A few of my niggas own boats
Since I was a kid I been Dramatic as shit
Them bitches they love me like Sosa
I only wrote you cause I saw you on my recents
Shorty wanna fuck me cause she know that I'm a demon
She said O boy you so solid she make me hard like cement
She want my kids here's my semen
Off of licks we live decent
We gon ball like we Cleveland
Bring 'em in we got the load
They gon hit me got the lows
Best price in town and that's for sure
That's the devil at my door
There's different levels I'm the goat
They left me for dead I'm gon float
If you can't afford that then you broke
Room full of baddies how you stand out?
You mad because you had it and doing bad now
Trigger finger itching he ain't catch a man down
He ain't do shit but he your mans now?
Nigga you fanned out
I'm low on the gram but bro got the grams
Watch how everything plan out
She know who I am if both of them bad
We back to the crib I ain't staying out
A nigga can't get me mad
I'm doing my kidneys bad
Jeans can't fit these racks
Before Diddy I was making the bands
If I ain't killing I make her a friend
20 P's in the trunk of the Benz
In the streets I made niggas advance
Shit starting to make sense like a can
Yeah
That's how I am
She on me like white on the rice
I'm trynna get over the lamb
I renty the Rolls for the night
She sucking my dick on the camera
She asking me questions all night
It's giving me fan
And this bitch ain't even my type
But I'm lit again
I turn into a demon at night
Don't give me no plans