Fat Trel - March Madness (Gleesh Mix) lyrics

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Fat Trel - March Madness (Gleesh Mix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Fat Trel] While im staring in my styrofoam Texting b**hes off the iphone Clock ticking like a time bomb Model b**hes popping tylenol College b**hes popping adderall Pretty b**hes washing dirty drawers Tee and n***as f**ing b**hes raw Me i just hold it dont get involved Cop it we rock it and get it off My youngin locked up for sellin soft You gon regret if you wet it all All of them n***as is fell it off We getting richer and well off She want a baby like hell naw Mane that b**h crazy and fell off She just might write her a tell all f**ing b**hes in the cut Kicking b**hes out the truck I buy them liquor fill them up Put my finger in her bu*t Im counting money no rushing Black 45 busting Broke n***as sip tussin f**ing police can't touch Face famous mount rush I just dropped muva russia Apply the pressure wit the 47 AK's n***a mac 11 b**h you rookie cookie still a veteran She only use it if its a weapon Try me i promise you armageddon We want the money like o-11 [Hook: Future] Dirty soda in a Styrofoam Spend a day to get my mind blown Dress it up and go to NASA 200 miles on the dash And gotta roll a pound up and gas it Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide We the ones that kept it cool with all these n***as Til these n***as start acting Shoot a n***a like a film in a movie n***a, gone let 'em have it Ballin' like the March Madness All these cops shooting n***as, tragic I'm the one that's living lavish Like I'm playing for the Mavericks I didn't wanna f** the b**h, the molly made me f** her even though she average [Verse 2: Fat Trel] f** all the basic b**hes Stadium cooling wit crazy b**hes Young n***a pull up in 86's Whipping the baby no baby sitting Me i just spit what im really living Still in the trenches wit n***as k**ing Im talking missions and really drilling She need to pop her some penicillin f** around you gon be outta here Shoot up the spot and im outta here So many shots you just gotta hear b**hes like damn we just got in here I make the city go real cool None of my b**hes a feel you All of my n***as a k** you Rapping and trapping we still do, real truth Throw the money in the truck Bag it up and make it puff Then i vacuum seal it up Tell them n***a good luck Shoot up that b**h and im rushing it f** all that wrestling , tussling We want that money and other sh** Tryna get paid like the government [Hook: Future] Dirty soda in a styrofoam Spend a day to get my mind blown Dress it up and go to NASA 200 miles on the dash And gotta roll a pound up and gas it Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide We the ones that kept it cool with all these n***as Til these n***as start acting Shoot a n***a like a film in a movie n***a, gone let 'em have it Ballin' like the March Madness All these cops shooting n***as, tragic I'm the one that's living lavish Like I'm playing for the Mavericks I didn't wanna f** the b**h, the molly made me f** her even though she average