Marching Band lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, n*gga, you in this b*tch with, uh
n*gga, I'm in this b*tch with cuz, slatt
I'm in this b*tch with drugs, slatt
I'm in this b*tch with drums, uh
I'm in this, uh

[Chorus]
Walk down that block like a marching band, I'm in this b*tch with drums (Brraow)
All of my friends are dead, I won't want no homies 'cause I'm in this b*tch with cuz
Bringin' up waves to a n*gga, don't get drenched in this b*tch, we makin' it flood
Don't get clapped the f*ck up, boy, we strapped the f*ck up, n*gga, you in this b*tch 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 b*tches no more, they borin', they f*ckin' 'cause I got a buck (Ah, ah, baow, baow, baow)
She got a love for thugs (Baow, baow, baow), the b*tch gon' f*ck me just 'cause she see my gun (A gun)
I wore a condom to f*ck his mama because I'm that n*gga, he still my son (You n*ggas my son)
Addictive, I'm really what a b*tch need, as soon as shе leave, she comе 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 sh*t, I'm sure of it, they made a song, that sh*t was wack (Baow, baow, baow)
Carryin' sh*t you do not wanna get bumped with, they don't wanna hold these bad (b*tch, baow, baow, b*tch, baow, slatt)
I put on cheap sh*t and make it look fresh, a n*gga can't take this swag (Brr, grraow, grraow)
See someone from a distance walkin', he better take off that motherf*ckin' mask (Baow, baow)
Can't tell if he innocent or if he with the sh*ts (Baow, baow), so we robbin' his ass (Give me that)
I'm on the outside lookin' inside, better smile 'fore a motherf*cker shoot through the glass (Give me that, give me that, b*tch)
[Chorus]
Walk down that block like a marching band, I'm in this b*tch with drums (Brr, brr)
All of my friends are dead, I won't want no homies 'cause I'm in this b*tch with cuz (Uh)
Bringin' up waves to a n*gga, don't get drenched in this b*tch, we makin' it flood (I'm in this b*tch cuz, uh, I'm in this b*tch blood, brr)
Don't get clapped the f*ck up, boy, we strapped the f*ck up, n*gga, you in this b*tch with some studs (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Walk down that block like a marching band, I'm in this b*tch with drums (Uh, uh)
All of my friends are dead, I won't want no homies 'cause I'm in this b*tch with cuz (That's on B, baow, baow, b*tch, baow)
Bringin' up waves to a n*gga, don't get drenched in this b*tch, we makin' it flood (Slatt, we makin' it flood)
Don't get clapped the f*ck up, boy, we strapped the f*ck up, n*gga, you in this b*tch 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 n*ggas ain't usin' they hands, so we cuttin' 'em off
Sever the top, the body gon' fall
BabyChiefDoit a motherf*ckin' boss (b*tch, 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 sh*t way before I dropped (Way before)
Soon as he turn his head, he feelin' that baow (Baow), b*tch, straight headshot (Headshot)
Stiffin' him up, as soon he feel that b*tch (Headshot), both of his legs gon' lock (Headshot)
They said don't be c*cky, but I got money, so how in the f*ck could I not? (Grraow, grraow)

[Chorus]
Walk down that block like a marching band, I'm in this b*tch with drums
All of my friends are dead, I won't want no homies 'cause I'm in this b*tch with cuz
Bringin' up waves to a n*gga, don't get drenched in this b*tch, we makin' it flood (I'm in this b*tch with cuz, I'm in this b*tch with bleed 'nem)
Don't get clapped the f*ck up, boy, we strapped the f*ck up, n*gga, you in this b*tch with some studs (Slatt, slatt, 26 12 sh*t, b*tch)
Walk down that block like a marching band (Brr, brr), I'm in this b*tch with drums
All of my friends are dead (Ah, ah), I won't want no homies 'cause I'm in this b*tch with cuz
Bringin' up waves to a n*gga, don't get drenched in this b*tch, we makin' it flood (Brr, brr, baow, b*tch, baow)
Don't get clapped the f*ck up, boy, we strapped the f*ck up, n*gga, you in this b*tch with some studs (Baow, b*tch, baow, slatt, gang, gang)