March Madness

[Intro: Mori Briscoe]
Grah, grah, grah
Shoutout Jon Cintron, nigga
You better stop playing with us like we ain't already shoot shit, fuck?

[Verse 1: Mori Briscoe, Denz Floxks]
Lil bro got the drop, I'm like copy (Copy)
I'll be there in two minutes with chops (Say that)
I don't fuck with nobody who oppy (At all)
Said it again just to make sure they got me
Smoking Tony, shit punching like Rocky (He dead)
I said smoking on Boomer, he blocky (For real)
Now they saying I'm moving too cocky
Big top dawg, who the fuck gon stop me (Rrrrr)
Me and twin on they block with an all black stick like hockey, but ball like we play for the Knicks (Grah, grah)
Mikes for the drill, gotta step in my (Yer)
Mikes for the drill, gotta step in my drip (Drip, drip)
My ooter Jamaican, the gun in his dreads
Just seen an opp, tried to dump and he fled (Ricky)
Nigga try and touch me, I fill him with lead (Grah)
Big blue flag, but I'm tryna see red (Grah, grah, grah)
Click, keep clicking (Rah, rah, rah, rah), Kha got shot, now he labeled a victim
Don't run (BANG), now he tripping, catch Lee Drilly, my choppa gon lift him (Drilly K)
Goofy dissing on twin, he stupid (Like what)
Faceshot, tryna leave niggas toothless (Grah, grah)
Dummy all in the air like a Q-tip (Dummy)
Spin through 194 with a poolstick
Tired of these opp niggas capping in media
All this rapping, like when niggas meeting up (Like what)
Don't be outside when we slide, we creeping up (Slime)
Too slimey, I feel like YB or sumn
In the spot with the knocks with the check (On bro)
Any nigga moving hot get left (On bro)
Talking on bro, put a hole in his chest
Dropping the Hat, now them dumb niggas vexed
Oppositions can't even compare, cause most of they mans got put in the air (They dead)
FTL, we the niggas they fear (Grah)
Switching the Glock like I'm switching my gear (Rrah)
Niggas know when we step we stomp (Grrrrr)
Catch the nigga, that's the one that we want (Graow)
They ain't on shit, I don't care about a [?]
Smoking on deads, I'm the one that they want

[Verse 2: Denz Floxkz]
Look
Told brodie approach him and light the whole fifth up
When I'm in the jungle, snipers with them sticks tucked
Pop me two 30s, that shit give me hiccups
(BANG) Face on a shirt if they try bringing Nick up
Jumble our block, boy, I need a zipup
Roll up dead opps and [?] ash on they pictures
They claim they outside, but they fools tryna diss us
Punching online, then walk in for the pick up
Send the goons out, plotting and watching, walk up the block, bring the petey, I need that
Ain't no question, they flocking and dropping, go body for body, shell case make him relapse
If you blow off the whip, pull the seat back, clean that, we hit a target like freeze tag
Double back on they block and empty the clip, then check Citizen for the feedback
Like huh, flock and blick in they spot with a compact switch
Chicago gang with a NY drip
Might send a shell if they dropping my
Facts send a shell if they dropping my shit
My shooter a zoe and he still on parole
Performing outside, we ain't talking no shows
Yellow tape up so they be flooded with holes
Got spirits with em that's protecting the pole
So dump, keep dumping, clip with extensions so you know we plugged in
They claim, he clutching, computer thugs for the views, keep bluffing
But wait, peep something, all the opps linked on dick playing husband
Rake drop, then you know we slumped him, locked with no bail, so until free cousin

[Outro: Denz Floxks]
Free them steppers
Grrrrtt, grrrrrttt
Flock shit, blick shit, nigga, don't play with that
Talk that talk