Mario ft. 1800 Omar & BlackBird Lyrics

Ima slide on yo block with a Kart like I'm Mario

You running so fast look like you doing cardio

Hate if you want cause I do this for fun

But one of these days ima make hella funds

Get off your knees and stop sucking dick

Whether you hate me or not I'm still gonna win

Get to a check and if not

Then shut the fuck up cause I'm going all the way up

Got a Glock on me I'm keeping it tucked

Making a tape and I'm taking it up

Gripping in my cup, I've been feigning too much

making a band, I've been dreaming too much

Heaven On Earth and it meaning too much

Dropping a song yeah I'm coming in clutch

We in the bank and we taking it out

He only coming cause he want the clout

Ima get to the racks, ima get to the bag

Get the fuck out my face and stop being sad

I am so glad that I am not you

You a lazy ass bitch, you ain't getting no rich

Getting the bag and they all gonna switch

Hitting my line and I'm taking a bitch

He tryna go and he end in a ditch

Gotta move quick when you feeling this rich

Gotta move fast, this is the level we need to pass

See what we doing, believe in that

Gotta get money, we need them racks

Focus on where my team is at, tryna to go places we ain't been yet

Told my brothers, "we all we got", yeah I need them

You is a bitch, you ain't take any risk

Might as well buy a Glock or maybe a switch

Try to go for a hit, I won't even flinch

You a dirty ass bum, I know that you itch

He wearing blue they calling him stitch

Pussy ass boy and he gonna snitch

Got too high and I'm taking his bitch

We rolling out and I'm giving her kids

Forever 100, I ain't gon' switch

I know how we rock in this bitch

Once we make it on top

We gon' be fat chilling and get hella rich

Told my brothers "I got them to the end of time", said "better not quit"

You like shit, your face we gon' hit

We gonna win, yeah everyone wins

You the one top opp, everyone call dibs

Get the fuck out my face or you gonna get hit

Your face a target, we all gon' spit

Shots to the leg that's where it begins

Shots to the head now your life gon' end

We don't want you here you need a permit

You is a bitch getting ready to quit

Yeah we making money, we coping new fits

I'm feeling like Mario, I'm cutting it up

And I copped a new whip and I'm ready to jump

Me and my brothers we making it up

Yeah we touching a mil, yeah we all the way up

Come on brother come and grab this cup

Living this way gotta live this shit up

I know I ain't hit the Stu in a minute

But I promise we gon' run this shit up