Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Marcus Smart , by - Flee Lord. Release date: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Marcus Smart |
| Okay, okay |
| Uh-huh, okay, okay |
| I like this beat right here, uh-huh |
| Let me drum (Lord, Lord) |
| Top down, lettin' the sun in up the 110 (Skrrt) |
| Chopper in hands that’ll make a nigga lungs spin |
| Cruisin' up the coast, yeah, they choosin' us the most (The most) |
| Takeover’s complete, I’m usin' music just to boast (Uh-huh) |
| Violent fool, straight up bar masters in my talent pool |
| Nonchalant attitude (Huh), bounce around in Malibu (Woo) |
| Legends tappin' in, hot weapons by the Benz (Brrt) |
| Lord, I used to cook the coke and now I chef inside my pen (Whip) |
| Sippin' Gatorade and Henny, why you twistin' up the skinny? |
| Dyin' 'cause you lyin' and you livin' just to envy (Haha) |
| Shit’s scary, thirty-six shots up in the six sries (Brrt) |
| Play near me, patch ovr eye like I’m Nick Fury (Boom, boom, boom) |
| Promises is kept, been shinin' since the 'jects |
| And I’m killin' it with fashion, in designer shit to death (I'm killin' it with |
| fashion, motherfucker) |
| Man, I’m killin' it with fashion, in designer shit to death |
| A young boy screw loose (Uh-huh), they done stripped the bolts on 'em |
| Shoulda never sent him to pick up the work for me |
| Sprayed the park and had my shit inside the car |
| Marcus Smart, boy, was shootin' with a thirty-six on 'em (Brrt) |
| Said if he wasn’t in a rush, they was all goners |
| TEC cursive on the chest, he was gon' Sean John 'em |
| They were sleepin' on the God, then it dawned on 'em (What?) |
| My mic game different, I’m Bob Barker (Woo) |
| My wrist spin like the wheel |
| My niggas still in the field, I got busy this year |
| Stop hatin', nigga, you see it |
| Buck fifty on your face now, nigga, you seal |
| The John Geigers is teal |
| Strings wrap your ankles, when I think back, I’m thankful |
| 'Cause the first hit I made was with the bakin' soda |
| Apron over the Yves Saint Laurent with the AP on 'em |
| Last bricks I had, they stamped the Bad Boy baby on 'em |
| Stove |