Look what they done started nigga...now I'm finna vent
Many men be wishin' death so I feel like 50 Cent
How you flexin' on the Gram with the bag you pay your rent
Like If it don't make dollars then... it don't make no sense
Bitch...roll 'em in a wood now I feel like Bob Marley
Ask me if I smoke shook my head like no hardly
Catch you out in traffic it's gon' be a slow party
Love it when my gun goes GRAH that's no Mardi
Stack my money to the top pockets filled with curry chicken
Tried to knock me off my grind but I'm still standin' on my pivot
Bro was shootin' like Paul George except he ain't missing
GBG we been in first they could not see the vision
Livin' life on the edge like I'm finna drop in
Feelin' like Baki when it's crunch time I'm locked in
We def' can't square up your a Honda Pilot
And with these grey cargos on I'm f*ckin' up the climate
I been-I been-I been...I been charged up
Dissin' on the gang that's that shit that get you carved up
F*ck a lil wave me and Z just took a large jump
Check back in the game I ain't get the chance to warm up
I'm a sore winner word to Nadi I don't lose to niggas
This my red reign it's gettin' bloody I'm ruthless nigga
Never shot a gun you not the type to go and use a trigger
This shit ain't a game movin' funny you a clueless nigga
Me and Diz pulled up back-to-back twin magic
Start a war with us you finna need a new tactic
Don't let him pop the trunk best believe it'll get tragic
Piss me off and like a t-shirt it's gon' get graphic
Started from the bottom like I'm finna bench press
You said move tac bro I'm playin' life like it's chess
Best believe shit talkin' gon' make everybody hate
Best two out of CT I swear that there is no debate
Pullin' it from deep uncontested bitch I'm in a hurry
Thirty on my back back to back call me Stephen Curry
Movin' like a villain Allen Barry vision hella blurry
I'm wit GBG word to Nadi I am never worried
Put that on my ma if it's war nigga get back
Up the score three to O let me bet that
Thinkin' you a gangsta be the shit that get yo head smack
Wanna be a starter told the bop we gotta dead that
Matter fact I'm finna tell this bitch to go and get lost
You blowin' smoke out yo ass bro you need a new exhaust
Get me mad and Imma throw some f*ckin' bands in yo face
You on a treadmill and we standin' in first place
Dizzy Taylor x Azgotbandz - Marley Flow Lyrics
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Look what they done started nigga...now I'm finna vent
Many men be wishin' death so I feel like 50 Cent
How you flexin' on the Gram with the bag you pay your rent
Like If it don't make dollars then... it don't make no sense
Bitch...roll 'em in a wood now I feel like Bob Marley
Ask me if I smoke shook my head like no hardly
Catch you out in traffic it's gon' be a slow party
Love it when my gun goes GRAH that's no Mardi
Stack my money to the top pockets filled with curry chicken
Tried to knock me off my grind but I'm still standin' on my pivot
Bro was shootin' like Paul George except he ain't missing
GBG we been in first they could not see the vision
Livin' life on the edge like I'm finna drop in
Feelin' like Baki when it's crunch time I'm locked in
We def' can't square up your a Honda Pilot
And with these grey cargos on I'm f*ckin' up the climate
I been-I been-I been...I been charged up
Dissin' on the gang that's that shit that get you carved up
F*ck a lil wave me and Z just took a large jump
Check back in the game I ain't get the chance to warm up
I'm a sore winner word to Nadi I don't lose to niggas
This my red reign it's gettin' bloody I'm ruthless nigga
Never shot a gun you not the type to go and use a trigger
This shit ain't a game movin' funny you a clueless nigga
Me and Diz pulled up back-to-back twin magic
Start a war with us you finna need a new tactic
Don't let him pop the trunk best believe it'll get tragic
Piss me off and like a t-shirt it's gon' get graphic
Started from the bottom like I'm finna bench press
You said move tac bro I'm playin' life like it's chess
Best believe shit talkin' gon' make everybody hate
Best two out of CT I swear that there is no debate
Pullin' it from deep uncontested bitch I'm in a hurry
Thirty on my back back to back call me Stephen Curry
Movin' like a villain Allen Barry vision hella blurry
I'm wit GBG word to Nadi I am never worried
Put that on my ma if it's war nigga get back
Up the score three to O let me bet that
Thinkin' you a gangsta be the shit that get yo head smack
Wanna be a starter told the bop we gotta dead that
Matter fact I'm finna tell this bitch to go and get lost
You blowin' smoke out yo ass bro you need a new exhaust
Get me mad and Imma throw some f*ckin' bands in yo face
You on a treadmill and we standin' in first place
Many men be wishin' death so I feel like 50 Cent
How you flexin' on the Gram with the bag you pay your rent
Like If it don't make dollars then... it don't make no sense
Bitch...roll 'em in a wood now I feel like Bob Marley
Ask me if I smoke shook my head like no hardly
Catch you out in traffic it's gon' be a slow party
Love it when my gun goes GRAH that's no Mardi
Stack my money to the top pockets filled with curry chicken
Tried to knock me off my grind but I'm still standin' on my pivot
Bro was shootin' like Paul George except he ain't missing
GBG we been in first they could not see the vision
Livin' life on the edge like I'm finna drop in
Feelin' like Baki when it's crunch time I'm locked in
We def' can't square up your a Honda Pilot
And with these grey cargos on I'm f*ckin' up the climate
I been-I been-I been...I been charged up
Dissin' on the gang that's that shit that get you carved up
F*ck a lil wave me and Z just took a large jump
Check back in the game I ain't get the chance to warm up
I'm a sore winner word to Nadi I don't lose to niggas
This my red reign it's gettin' bloody I'm ruthless nigga
Never shot a gun you not the type to go and use a trigger
This shit ain't a game movin' funny you a clueless nigga
Me and Diz pulled up back-to-back twin magic
Start a war with us you finna need a new tactic
Don't let him pop the trunk best believe it'll get tragic
Piss me off and like a t-shirt it's gon' get graphic
Started from the bottom like I'm finna bench press
You said move tac bro I'm playin' life like it's chess
Best believe shit talkin' gon' make everybody hate
Best two out of CT I swear that there is no debate
Pullin' it from deep uncontested bitch I'm in a hurry
Thirty on my back back to back call me Stephen Curry
Movin' like a villain Allen Barry vision hella blurry
I'm wit GBG word to Nadi I am never worried
Put that on my ma if it's war nigga get back
Up the score three to O let me bet that
Thinkin' you a gangsta be the shit that get yo head smack
Wanna be a starter told the bop we gotta dead that
Matter fact I'm finna tell this bitch to go and get lost
You blowin' smoke out yo ass bro you need a new exhaust
Get me mad and Imma throw some f*ckin' bands in yo face
You on a treadmill and we standin' in first place
Writer: Damion Jaggon, Azari Jaggon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Dizzy Taylor x Azgotbandz
Language: English
Length: 2:02
Written by: Damion Jaggon, Azari Jaggon