March!

Ayy, Addison, you tryna play my rusty trombone?
XANAKIN SKYWOK
Yeah!

Choppa go "Boom" like a nigga doin' beatbox
Three Glocks hot, got 'em smokin' like the Weed Spot (Yeah!)
We rock chops that gon' drop you like a tree top
Rerock Rock, flintstones in this teapot (Yeah!)
Yada, yada, yada, chimichangas, gas on the weed scale
W-w-we snort scale, never give a bitch free nails (Uh!)
Three or four shells put a nigga in a story tale (Huh, huh)
P. sales can't stay sober, I'ma need bail (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Don't talk to me when ya mans is on the sideline
Bitch, give me neck, got me looking at her bird's eye
Bitch rubbernecking while I'm givin' her the third eye
Third eye blasting out her mind, that's the third time
Blow her brains, bet yo' girl's eleven, man, that's really strange
Twenty-four seven got yo' bitch call me "Yung Kage"

Told her, "Bitch, Yippie kai yay, hit the highway"
Kage chilling up with the Xan, we at the feng shui
Baby girl, it just be a Thursday, throw it back
Blow her back, nut up on her eyes, give her cataracts
Cadillac, whip it on the track while I'm getting a lap
She a snack, but I'm on a fast, so let's make it fast

Marching band in her pants, she love it (Ayy!)
Told me that blow her back to fuck it
Baby back, gave her back, I busted
Gave her that baby back, she sucked it (Woah!)
Hold me back, hold me back
You don't wanna know me bad, I'll smoke your pack
I'm about to turn your ass from rich to rags
As quick as that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My wrist drip like my dick to match yo' bitch

Choppa got financed
Put 'em on a bystand
Light 'em like a nightstand
Roll 'em like Vyvanse (Molly!)
Smart ass pussy, these niggas, they wanna fight that
Bite that, loading up autotune on their iPad (Ah!)

So let's chase 'em, put 'em on a little verge of breaking
Hi, your girl is brown, so asamalakum
Shalom, she gonna do little too like J. Lo., no Halo (Yo!)
My dick bang on her drums like, "Oh" (Oh!)
Playing on her pussy, like a flute, go—

Three bitches on me, I'm mojo
Draco on me, Han Solo (Oh!)
Band camp bitch, play me like the flute
Got nut on her tooth, her butt on my shoes
John Cena, you can't see me
You can't beat me, you can't really beat me, ooh!

Marching band in her pants, she love it (Ayy!)
Told me that blow her back to fuck it
Baby back, gave her back, I busted
Gave her that baby back, she sucked it (Woah!)
Hold me back, hold me back
You don't wanna know me bad, I'll smoke your pack
I'm about to turn your ass from rich to rags
As quick as that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My wrist drip like my dick to match yo' bitch