Rich MvcGp - Marching Bands Lyrics

Producer: Real Red

I'm solo like Quan
Marching band i got drums
But i do not swing a baton
I'm just gone keep me a gunnnnnnn
I sip that act til it's done
Hoping my pain ah get numb
I used to setttle for crumbs
Now i can eat what i wannnnnnt
Got ya bitch where i want her
Turnt her to a stoner
She with me she a goner
She igonoing yo number
She where she belongggg
I done dealt with some crosses
I suffered from losses
That shit really cost me
Surround by bosses
Now my money longgggg

Verse 1 :

My bitch she had left
She told me i needed help
I told her that i needed wealth
Look up she was goneee

She thought i would fall
She even tried to f*cked my dawg
I wasn't even stunnn her at all
Bet not beef bout broaddddds
I'm pick up loads
NuclEar I'm finna explode
Don't speak on what
Ion control
They will never know
We pop up at shows
You niggas go & make posts
No strippers but we keeping them poles
My hitters on go

Throw that money up
And watch it fall to the floor
Don't need no stylist
But I stay clean as some soap

These niggas not on my level
Salty hoes lemon pepper
Plenty hoes
I got several
No I'll never settle

Verse 2 :

Mane i feel like I'm Chris brown
Cuz i swear that I'm popping
I keep me a 40
Cuz i know dat they watching
She got sloppy toppy
She just wanna go shopping
She giving me brain
Like she didnt going to college

So now I'm getting smarter & Smarter
Plus I'm going Harder and Harder
Dead phone I'ma Charger
I turn into a model
She sucking me like a bottle
I'm drinking syrup
F*ck a waffle
Ima shoot
F*ck a squabble
I'm the Arthur
Of this novel

I bought me a umbrella
Cuz these niggas throw shade
Watching my hand
That's How u get with a spade
Damn just paid hit the weed
Real red on the beat
We getting money capesh
I keep a pistol like Pete