Drumline Fury: GloRilla’s “MARCH” Is a Fearless, Legendary Memphis Anthem
The late-2025 release of “MARCH” marks a definitive, high-volume statement from GloRilla, solidifying her status with a fiery, anthemic track.
The song successfully blends her characteristically gritty, Memphis rap delivery with a powerful, HBCU drumline energy, creating an immediate, infectious sense of forward momentum.
The entire track is built around the concept of “marching,” with GloRilla asserting her legendary status, fearless mindset, and readiness to confront any doubters or disrespect.
This single is not an introspective cut; it is a full-throttle display of raw confidence and aggressive self-belief.
The intense energy of the audio is perfectly matched by the official music video, which features a cinematic, large-scale band-battle setting, visually reinforcing the track’s core concept of collective, determined power.
“MARCH” stands out in her catalog for its sheer vocal dominance and its ability to turn a traditional musical element—the marching band beat—into a ferocious, contemporary rap anthem.
This track is an essential listen for understanding GloRilla’s uncompromising creative vision and the raw, kinetic energy she brings to the Memphis sound.
Quotable Lyrics:
Ugh (B100, Go Grizz)
Ugh, on the gang, gang
On the, on the, on the gang, gang (Gang)
These h*es scary, diamonds clarity, b*tch I’m legendary (B*tch, I’m the biggest)
Big Glo pull up sh*ttin’ on h*es, stunnin’ like Mitch and Terry (Whoo, whoo)
When I’m ’round Memphis, me and my b*tches secure, it ain’t necessary (Stamp that)
Ni**a talkin’ about he ‘on’t f**k with Glo, h*e, do what’s after February? (March)
These h*es scary, I ain’t ever weary, Glo give b*tches berry (H*e)
Why you callin’ my phone lookin’ for your ni**a? H*e, I ain’t his secretary (The f**k)
You h*es get hurt, I get money, tеll that sh*t to Jerry
B*tch talm ’bout she don’t f**k with Glo, h*e, do what’s after Fеbruary? (March)Ridin’ with some y n’s and some a r’s
F**kin’ this song, I’ma pull a whole card
Only pullin’ up for the motherf**kin’ back end
This lil’ bad lil’ b*tch in charge
Why you callin’ my phone lookin’ for your ni**a? H*e, I ain’t his secretary (The f**k)
You h*es get hurt, I get money, tеll that sh*t to Jerry
B*tch talm ’bout she don’t f**k with Glo, h*e, do what’s after Fеbruary? (March)Ridin’ with some y n’s and some a r’s
F**kin’ this song, I’ma pull a whole card
Only pullin’ up for the motherf**kin’ back end
This lil’ bad lil’ b*tch in charge
Ridin’ with some white b*tches, ridin’ with some switches
Ridin’ with another b*tch ni**a, I’m pimpin’
Ride ’til the wheels fall off with who?
If the ni**a ain’t got good head, dismiss him (H*e)
Ridin’ with another b*tch ni**a, I’m pimpin’
Ride ’til the wheels fall off with who?
If the ni**a ain’t got good head, dismiss him (H*e)
Check black bust down these inches
Smack a h*e’s up, Glo get minch (B*tch)
Can’t diss me and come to my city
I’ll beat her whole a** like, take that
Smack a h*e’s up, Glo get minch (B*tch)
Can’t diss me and come to my city
I’ll beat her whole a** like, take that
That’s Glo pullin’ up in that Maybach (Skrrt)
If you don’t mean that sh*t, don’t say that (What?)
In the gym, I done got that way back
Droppin’ hits, these h*es can’t shake back
If you don’t mean that sh*t, don’t say that (What?)
In the gym, I done got that way back
Droppin’ hits, these h*es can’t shake back
