[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, nigga, you in this bitch with, uh
Nigga, I'm in this bitch with cuz, slatt
I'm in this bitch with drugs, slatt
I'm in this bitch with drums, uh
I'm in this, uh
[Chorus]
Walk down that block like a marching band, I'm in this bitch with drums (Brraow)
All of my friends are dead, I won't want no homies 'cause I'm in this bitch with cuz
Bringin' up waves to a nigga, don't get drenched in this bitch, we makin' it flood
Don't get clapped the fuck up, boy, we strapped the fuck up, nigga, you in this bitch with some studs (Slatt, brraow)
[Verse 1]
I'm tryin' my best to push the peace, but we got a thirst for blood (Grraow, grraow)
Don't gotta try for these bitches no more, they borin', they fuckin' 'cause I got a buck (Ah, ah, baow, baow, baow)
She got a love for thugs (Baow, baow, baow), the bitch gon' fuck me just 'cause she see my gun (A gun)
I wore a condom to fuck his mama because I'm that nigga, he still my son (You niggas my son)
Addictive, I'm really what a bitch need, as soon as she leave, she come right back (Brraow)
Damn near twenty, but I look 'bout ten in the face, #BlackDon'tCrack (Don't crack)
The opps ain't gon' be shit, I'm sure of it, they made a song, that shit was wack (Baow, baow, baow)
Carryin' shit you do not wanna get bumped with, they don't wanna hold these bad (Bitch, baow, baow, bitch, baow, slatt)
I put on cheap shit and make it look fresh, a nigga can't take this swag (Brr, grraow, grraow)
See someone from a distance walkin', he better take off that motherfuckin' mask (Baow, baow)
Can't tell if he innocent or if he with the shits (Baow, baow), so we robbin' his ass (Give me that)
I'm on the outside lookin' inside, better smile 'fore a motherfucker shoot through the glass (Give me that, give me that, bitch)
[Chorus]
Walk down that block like a marching band, I'm in this bitch with drums (Brr, brr)
All of my friends are dead, I won't want no homies 'cause I'm in this bitch with cuz (Uh)
Bringin' up waves to a nigga, don't get drenched in this bitch, we makin' it flood (I'm in this bitch cuz, uh, I'm in this bitch blood, brr)
Don't get clapped the fuck up, boy, we strapped the fuck up, nigga, you in this bitch with some studs (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Walk down that block like a marching band, I'm in this bitch with drums (Uh, uh)
All of my friends are dead, I won't want no homies 'cause I'm in this bitch with cuz (That's on B, baow, baow, bitch, baow)
Bringin' up waves to a nigga, don't get drenched in this bitch, we makin' it flood (Slatt, we makin' it flood)
Don't get clapped the fuck up, boy, we strapped the fuck up, nigga, you in this bitch with some studs (On gang)
[Verse 2]
I just ain't made it far enough, I'm sorry, I just can't stop (They know I can't)
We really be tryna be nice, but niggas ain't usin' they hands, so we cuttin' 'em off
Sever the top, the body gon' fall
BabyChiefDoit a motherfuckin' boss (Bitch, I'm the best)
She know I'm him, she heard the stories, she wanna get lost in the sauce (She wanna get lost)
I'm the Sauce Man, I been that shit way before I dropped (Way before)
Soon as he turn his head, he feelin' that baow (Baow), bitch, straight headshot (Headshot)
Stiffin' him up, as soon he feel that bitch (Headshot), both of his legs gon' lock (Headshot)
They said don't be cocky, but I got money, so how in the fuck could I not? (Grraow, grraow)
[Chorus]
Walk down that block like a marching band, I'm in this bitch with drums
All of my friends are dead, I won't want no homies 'cause I'm in this bitch with cuz
Bringin' up waves to a nigga, don't get drenched in this bitch, we makin' it flood (I'm in this bitch with cuz, I'm in this bitch with bleed 'nem)
Don't get clapped the fuck up, boy, we strapped the fuck up, nigga, you in this bitch with some studs (Slatt, slatt, 26 12 shit, bitch)
Walk down that block like a marching band (Brr, brr), I'm in this bitch with drums
All of my friends are dead (Ah, ah), I won't want no homies 'cause I'm in this bitch with cuz
Bringin' up waves to a nigga, don't get drenched in this bitch, we makin' it flood (Brr, brr, baow, bitch, baow)
Don't get clapped the fuck up, boy, we strapped the fuck up, nigga, you in this bitch with some studs (Baow, bitch, baow, slatt, gang, gang)
Marching Band was written by BabyChiefDoit.
BabyChiefDoit released Marching Band on Wed Nov 27 2024.