March!

Ayy, Addison, you tryna play my rusty trombone? XANAKIN SKYWOK Yeah! Choppa go "Boom" like a nigga doin' beatbox Three Glocks hot, got 'em smokin' like the Weed Spot (yeah!) We rock chops that gon' drop you like a tree top Rerock Rock, flintstones in this teapot (yeah!) Yada, yada, yada, chimichangas, gas on the weed scale W-w-we snort scale, never give a bitch free nails (uh!) Three or four shells put a nigga in a story tale (huh, huh) P. sales can't stay sober, I'ma need bail (hey, hey, hey, hey) Don't talk to me when ya mans is on the sideline Bitch, give me neck, got me looking at her bird's eye Bitch rubbernecking while I'm givin' her the third eye Third eye blasting out her mind, that's the third time Blow her brains, bet yo' girl's 11, man, that's really strange 24-7 got yo' bitch call me "Yung Kage" Told her, "Bitch, Yippie ki yay, hit the highway" Kage chilling up with the Xan, we at the feng shui Baby girl, it just be a Thursday, throw it back Blow her back, nut up on her eyes, give her cataracts Cadillac, whip it on the track while I'm getting a lap She a snack, but I'm on a fast, so let's make it fast Marching band in her pants, she love it (ayy!) Told me that blow her back to fuck it Baby back, gave her back, I busted Gave her that baby back, she sucked it (whoa!) Hold me back, hold me back You don't wanna know me bad, I'll smoke your pack I'm about to turn your ass from rich to rags As quick as that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My wrist drip like my dick to match yo' bitch Choppa got financed, put 'em on a bystand Light 'em like a nightstand, roll 'em like Vyvanse (Molly!) Smart ass pussy, these niggas, they wanna fight that Bite that, loading up autotune on their iPad (ah!) So let's chase 'em, put 'em on a little verge of breaking Hi, your girl is brown, so asamalakum Shalom, she gonna do little too like J. Lo., no Halo (yo!) My dick bang on her drums like, "Oh" (oh!) Playing on her pussy, like a flute, go- Three bitches on me, I'm mojo Draco on me, Han Solo (oh!) Band camp bitch, play me like the flute Got nut on her tooth, her butt on my shoes John Cena, you can't see me You can't beat me, you can't really beat me, ooh! Marching band in her pants, she love it (ayy!) Told me that blow her back to fuck it Baby back, gave her back, I busted Gave her that baby back, she sucked it (whoa!) Hold me back, hold me back You don't wanna know me bad, I'll smoke your pack I'm about to turn your ass from rich to rags As quick as that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My wrist drip like my dick to match yo' bitch