MARCHING Lyrics – Yeat

Read the full MARCHING lyrics by Yeat and Lyfestyle Corporation from the album Luh Leakyz Vol. 1 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Yeat’s music, you can also explore SKLUB and U could, two other songs by Yeat.

[Intro]
(I-I-I-I—)
Woah, I’m the— (I-I-I-I—)
Woah
Oh, that’s— Made me feel this s*it, that’s a bad lifestyle
Got some bad money, but I coupled up this lifestyle
I cut ties off, I cut dreads off, I keep big Glock
(I-I-I-I-I’m working on dying)
(BNYX)

[Chorus]
Touch down in London on this private jet, yeah
I make them millions, make you wanna flex, yeah
Yeah, I bought that building right next to the vet, yeah
B!tch, I been so high, I don’t even touch the ground (Yeah, woo)
You ain’t touch my diamonds, they gon’ jump around, yeah
I got money in my pocket, that b!tch got fatter now
Heard your ass falling out, heard your ass falling down, huh, woah
They can’t cross me, lil’ b!tch, but I turned it upside down

[Verse]
(Woo) Put money on ya’ head, put monеy on yo’ wig
Put money on this whip (Woo), this Urus go 200, b!tch (Skrrt)
Said I done bought the Bеnz, I’m marching, I’m yanking that b!tch (Yank on it)
And fu*k what you say, you a lil’ bitty b!tch (Lil’ bitty)
A lil’ bitty itty-ty b!tch (Itty-ty)
I call up the mob and them motherfu*kers hit, yeah
I’m talking bout it-it-it
Yeah, you couldn’t get ‘nough even wit’ all of these racks (Ooh-yeah), I jump out, yeah, they need me
I’on give a fu*k what you said, you a b!tch, them muhfu*kers never regret it (B!tch)
Yeah, I told you you’d never exist, yeah, the muhfu*king rat (Rat)
Yanking that b!tch off the side, I’m making that b!tch like the drums (Buh)
I put on the clip, it’s a drum (Ooh, uh)
Got big balls, I don’t run, yeah
I don’t give a fu*k, no fun, yeah
You don’t even got no funds (Mh)
Lil’ bitty b!tch got the— Err (Woo)

Swerving that— Err (Woo)
I’m on the side wit’ the— Err (Eh)
Couldn’t decide by the whole world (Eh)
Lil’ pu*sy, lil’ b!tch, go do homework
I’m in space, see the whole world (Yeah-yeah)
Jacking my style but it ain’t worth it (It ain’t)
That s*it will never work, yeah
Run it again, ’cause that s*it will never work

[Chorus]
Touch down in London on this private jet, yeah
I make them millions, make you wanna flex, yeah
Yeah, I bought that building right next to the vet, yeah
B!tch, I been so high, I don’t even touch the ground (Yeah, woo)
You ain’t touch my diamonds, they gon’ jump around, yeah
I got money in my pocket, that b!tch got fatter now
Heard your ass falling out, heard your ass falling down, huh, woah
They can’t cross me, lil’ b!tch, but I turned it upside down

[Outro]
(Woo)
(Woo)
(Yank on it)
(Yeah, itty-ty)