Marchin Lyrics

All black hood, yeah I'm lookin' like a nun And this bitch got a pocket in it, holdin

on my gun Niggas bitches it ain't shit to hit they

block and make em run If we hit the wrong nerve in his brain, then he done We gon' turn him to a vegetable, we movin like Incredibles Shoot him in his head, now his eyes red like off edibles This shit could get real hectical, these bullets turn you edible Never had to use the switchy play and we go federal Big .45 bullets in the 21 built like asteroids

We got 5 attachments, 1 Glock, you know this ain't no damn twin

We ain't beefin' with you niggas, ain't no money, y'all some lil boys

SBG got motion, if they play then we gon' send them boys

Free my lil' shooter, Calvin Cambridge, he was makin' noise

Riding with some big shit, gettin' money when I'm filled with joy

See the chains up on my neck, if you try it, you a dead man

We finna light his ass on fire, then we smoke him like he Redman

My favorite cousin, yeah he blood, so you know I call him Slatt

I'm a crip, so when we meet, he call me cousin, that's a fact

It ain't shit to have him spin up on your block, he do a stat

If he run, we finna treat him like he Ricky, hit his back

If he run, we finna treat him like he Ricky, hit his back

All black hood, yeah I'm lookin' like a nun And this bitch got a pocket in it, holdin

on my gun Niggas bitches it ain't shit to hit they

block and make em run If we hit the wrong nerve in his brain, the he done We gon' turn him to a vegetable, we movin like Incredibles Shoot him in his head, now his eyes red lik off edibles This shit could get real hectical, these bullets turn you edible Never had to use the switchy play and w go federal Big .45 bullets in the 21 built like asteroids

We got 5 attachments, 1 Glock, you know this ain't no damn twin

We ain't beefin' with you niggas, ain't no money, y'all some lil boys

SBG got motion, if they play then we gon' send them boys

Free my lil' shooter, Calvin Cambridge, he was makin' noise

Riding with some big shit, gettin' money when I'm filled with joy

See the chains up on my neck, if you try it, you a dead man

We finna light his ass on fire, then we smoke him like he Redman

My favorite cousin, yeah he blood, so you know I call him Slatt

I'm a crip, so when we meet, he call me cousin, that's a fact

It ain't shit to have him spin up on your block, he do a stat

If he run, we finna treat him like he Ricky, hit his back

If he run, we finna treat him like he Ricky, hit his back