March Madness

Brabus G-Wagon, boy, this shit look like a Brinks truck You been rappin' how long? Shit, it's time to give it up If you say it's on the floor, best believe I'll pick it up You gon' pay me what for a feature? Bro, that's not enough I probably would have made to the league if I ain't hurt my shoulder Wild, wild west, got the six shooter and the holster Swear to God we wet him up, pulled up with that super soaker Five deep full house, no, we ain't playin' poker What? Poke her? I don't even know her Bout to drop a triple-double in your city like the Joker Bro, that last tape you dropped, bro, that's worse than mediocre This the March Madness first seed, I think I'm bout to take over Really thought my last shit was cold, bro, at this colder I only rock Amiri jeans, you rockin' my off-roader I'm showin' up in March cause I was grindin' back in October Glad the work paid off, bet I'll be the trophy holder I'm a cash cow, have my cousin bring the cattle through Unky ballin' since Duke, now he ball like Uncle Drew You an ass forever, number two, I hate you debuted You think I'm actin' brand new, been on the grind since last June (Been on the grind since last June Boy, you think I'm ass, now you must've never heard you) Pass the double cup, I poured an eight in like DeAndre Yo, bitch is on my tour bus, f*ck she was your prom date F*ck yo' ugly ass, boy, you fuckin' up the birth rate Locked up in the stew, boy, you thinkin' I'm a inmate I think my range limitless, I'ma shoot that bitch like Jimmer Bro, I know them chains fake, I ain't never seen them shimmer It's a cold world, naw, you won't never see me shiver Every day I goose coat, I'm dressin' crazy in the winter Caught dog-lackin' wear, fight him like a wing-ding Chinese bitch, hit high notes like Ning Ning Walkin' in the bank, all I hear is a ching-ching Yeah, my neck froze off the Viv chain, bling-bling Put a O on his chest, Rob Dillingham He was beefin' on the web, so we shot him through his webcam If you ain't square, then you a fuckin' parallelogram I got cheese and bread like the pizza man, goddamn Everything I touch, I swear to God, it turns to gold You ain't up, 100 yet like damn you gettin' old I'm bout to leave him sick, I'm talkin' worser than the common cold Cut from a different cloth, that means I grew from a different type of mold