MARCH MADNESS Lyrics

Yeah I'm slimy as fuck, anaconda

Call my lil' bro, he wipin' your nose

In my bag like I'm Wayne with The Carter

Getting money like I was supposed to

Call Osama for bins, he a swiper

No, no, no don't got time for these hoes

My heart cold it feel like it's on fire

ARP singing like Keisha Cole

Don't know why you try to play me like I'm just another nigga

I don't care bout' nothing else at all, just care bout' getting richer

All my thoughts get overwhelming, I might drown em' in this liquor

You know I stay with a pole like a fisher

Somebody tell that lil' girl that I miss her

Turnt up for the spring, march madness

I just wanna be happy, I'm tired of feeling this sadness

I ain't ducking the beef I ain't vegan, you want a problem I'm down to get active

I'm in love with designer, might go hit up Neiman then I drop a band up in Saks Fifth

Look up see the stars when I'm in the Wraith

Still on go at a red light, get out my way

I took an L but I'm straight at the end of the day

Stabbed me in my back, I thought you was solid that wasn't the case

Playing victim when you know you wrong so weird to me

I don't think you'll ever realize how much you mean to me

It can just be us against the world for all eternity

Every time I care about something, it end up hurting me

Walk em' down, I clutch on a 4 nickel

Wrist and neck on froze like a popsicle

Bad anxiety, head on a swivel

Don't you lie to me, I won't forgive you

Better not speak on me, don't know what I been through

Spill all my feelings on a instrumental

Get rich or die trying, really that simple

Turns up for the spring, march madness

I just wanna be happy, I'm tired of feeling this sadness

I ain't ducking the beef I ain't vegan, you want a problem I'm down to get active

I'm in love with designer, might go hit up Neiman then I drop a band up in Saks Fifth