Marsh Street Lyrics

Yeah

Go crazy

Yeah

I'm from a hood where you get beat if you on the block dolo

I'm from a hood where daddy mugshot is his only photo

I'm from a hood where you get jacked if you thinking you drip

I'm from a hood if you keep talking, get smacked in the lip

Yeah, re-up the first and the fifth

Stuff her with dick to the ribs

Bust on her neck need a bib

Boy can't relax in the field

Always be packing some steel

He kept them packs in the crib

So we ran up in that crib

Came out with mountains of bills

Count up so much until we pocket a mil

Pants stocky, I caught shawty coppin a feel

Ain't no cookout but it's sausage on her grill

Yeah, and we some hustlers foreal

If I ain't got it then that shit ain't no kill

Don't come round here, man, you'll get jacked like Jill

Fuck your bitch too, man he ain't like that deal

Moto so fast I got a bike that peel

So much money you thought I cashed out my will

So deep in her, bust nuts on all of her meals

And now she think I'm supposed to pay all her bills

Yeah, but I ain't with that shit

Shawty want dick, I'ma pimp that bitch

So much water gotta flick my wrist

Dog finger itch and that blick gone flick

I'm from a hood where you get beat if you on the block dolo

I'm from a hood where daddy mugshot is his only photo

I'm from a hood where you get jacked if you thinking you drip

I'm from a hood if you keep talking, get smacked in the lip