​march madness lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, bruh, kill me if you want to, n*gga
I'm steppin' behind that sh*t, I don't give a f*ck

[Verse 1]
Dirty soda in a Styrofoam
Spend a day to get my mind blown
Spin his block and get his mind gone
He a b*tch, he callin' 5-0
He a b*tch, he callin' 5 (5)
With your b*tch, caught a vibe
Only worried 'bout the mula
Put the b*tches to the side

[Refrain]
In this b*tch 'bout to slide (Slide)
In this b*tch 'bout to slide (Slide)
In this b*tch 'bout to slide
(n*ggas ain't steppin', so n*ggas ain't with it)

[Verse 2]
In this b*tch 'bout to slide
In the pen with the vibes
Let's get lit— (Yeah, Private Fli—)
Let's get lit, take a shot
Dirty soda in a Styrofoam
Spend a day to get my mind blo—
Yeah, she ride it, shе ride (Yeah)
We got a wholе lot of vibes with us (Slatt)
b*tch, I'm with 'prano, I'm comin' outside
Lil' thot b*tch tryna f*ck all night (Eh-eh)
She know that I got the sauce (Eh)
b*tch thought I was [?] (Yeah)
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch, then nod off
Yeah, I'm in a Benz, skrrtin' off
Bought her a rich skirt, she take it off
Damn, my wrist hurt from working this watch (Hey)
My wrist hurt from holding this cup (Hey)
(B— b*tch tryna suck on my—)
She tryna swallow my nut (Hey)
I done bossed up, they like, "What?" (Hey)
[Outro]
Privateflightgang, b*tch