Militant

[Intro]

Got a lil something for that ass baby

[Verse]

As soon as I walk into the function, get my dick licked

I see them niggas lookin', I let my Glock dance before I dance

If my brother tell my shooter we shoot the club up, just me and him

Shot this nigga seven times he still alive, he should've been dead (Ayy, grrah, pow, pow, pow)

That white Porsche, pull up to the trap with a big bitch

Get yo' shit snatched, don't take him to me nigga go get yo chains back

Bullets rain on they block, go tell 'em niggas get a rain cap

30 hangin' out the .40, knock off a nigga wave cap

Hah, lil' bitch, I'm the one that got us poppin' with this rappin' shit

You can catch me in thе field, with a deal, I'm still poppin' shit

You can catch me in that North with a 100k up in my pockеts bitch

Ain't no squabbling lil' baby, I keep a rocket

She know this Rollie bussin', but I'm feelin' like I want the AP

With my Spanish bitch, she used to be the plug, she call me papi

Hit up Berry, said I bet they can't say shit about the Nadi's

Hit that finish line first, I couldn't let no nigga stop me

Nigga talking bout Soul Train? I get his bitch trained

Ditch the .44 nigga, now bouncin' out with AKs

Took her to the crib, she pop that pill and now she activated

I seen it in they eyes from the beginning they was fuckin' haters

You know I ain't trippin', I'm still gon' ball like a fuckin' Laker

The bitch boys who want fades, I'm handin' out tapers

He went back with that whole clip he ain't in that pavement

Militant we come through shootin' like we in the Navy

He a bitch, he ain't gon' slide, he internet bangin'

I'm not that lil' nigga that got popped, we the real takers

I'ma step by myself that's on the set I don't need no favors

They know I ain't walkin' in that bitch unless I got my banger

You know I'm hittin' at any nigga that's trying to play me

Hold on, baby, let me come in you

But it's still fuck the other side, we get to blowin' they gon' tap in

Can't show sixty-five bands? You a lil' kid

Bitch what I spend in a day, probably past your rent

You still be trippin' doin' hits on my momma Benz

It's cool, she know what it is on my momma kid

Nigga yo momma'll probably tell if you did a skit

Bitch we back to back, Foreigns in the street and we blow her down

Gang-banging hella water down, I'm tired of 'em

Catch a DP, if the homie all on Insta with his pistol out

My HG empty the mag, I told her chill out

Nigga might have to stop rappin' it's gettin' real now

Bitch I swear I love that smell when we air it out

Bitch I swear I hate the neck, cause we can squirt it out

Diss on that low, and then we ampin' out yo daddy house

From the papi side, from the cherry side, we with all that

When yo' nigga die, rub off the paint cause he'll do the same