Marley Flow ft. Azgotbandz Lyrics

Look what they done started nigga…now I'm finna vent

Many men be wishin' death so I feel like 50 Cent

How you flexin' on the Gram with the bag you pay your rent

Like If it don't make dollars then… it don't make no sense

Bitch…roll 'em in a wood now I feel like Bob Marley

Ask me if I smoke shook my head like no hardly

Catch you out in traffic it's gon' be a slow party

Love it when my gun goes GRAH that's no Mardi

Stack my money to the top pockets filled with curry chicken

Tried to knock me off my grind but I'm still standin' on my pivot

Bro was shootin' like Paul George except he ain't missing

GBG we been in first they could not see the vision

Livin' life on the edge like I'm finna drop in

Feelin' like Baki when it's crunch time I'm locked in

We def' can't square up your a Honda Pilot

And with these grey cargos on I'm fuckin' up the climate

I been-I been-I been...I been charged up

Dissin' on the gang that's that shit that get you carved up

Fuck a lil wave me and Z just took a large jump

Check back in the game I ain't get the chance to warm up

I'm a sore winner word to Nadi I don't lose to niggas

This my red reign it's gettin' bloody I'm ruthless nigga

Never shot a gun you not the type to go and use a trigger

This shit ain't a game movin' funny you a clueless nigga

Me and Diz pulled up back-to-back twin magic

Start a war with us you finna need a new tactic

Don't let him pop the trunk best believe it'll get tragic

Piss me off and like a t-shirt it's gon' get graphic

Started from the bottom like I'm finna bench press

You said move tac bro I'm playin' life like it's chess

Best believe shit talkin' gon' make everybody hate

Best two out of CT I swear that there is no debate

Pullin' it from deep uncontested bitch I'm in a hurry

Thirty on my back back to back call me Stephen Curry

Movin' like a villain Allen Barry vision hella blurry

I'm wit GBG word to Nadi I am never worried

Put that on my ma if it's war nigga get back

Up the score three to O let me bet that

Thinkin' you a gangsta be the shit that get yo head smack

Wanna be a starter told the bop we gotta dead that

Matter fact I'm finna tell this bitch to go and get lost

You blowin' smoke out yo ass bro you need a new exhaust

Get me mad and Imma throw some fuckin' bands in yo face

You on a treadmill and we standin' in first place