Military Blick
I be hanging with some soldiers
Demons in the whip windows tinted
You can't see us
You could ask the whole city
When we slide we tear shit up
Big glock 30 with a dick
Man that shit Could just rest you up
If you a lover, you a loser
Got it tatted on my shit
Like we workin' for the force
We got them military blick
After I fuck, she catching jitney
I ain't dropping off the bitch
I swear Dior don't do no talking
He be steppin up on shit
I don't even know the bitch
But she call me daddy still
Watch how I ball on you niggas
I swear Dior he got skills
Even if I quit this shit
Dior getting money still
Nigga working overnight
Man I need my money still
I can't beef with them cays niggas
I got bitches there
They say real niggas don't live long
How come I'm still here
I can't beef with no niggas
I be slidin' blocks to blocks
I swear Kingston niggas got the best weed
Why do I got to lie
Man my blick be my passport
I be traveling with that shit
Told the hoe do as she please
Cause I ain't goin' about a bitch
I got some soldiers in the team
And they ain't folding about a bitch
I be talking a lot of shit
They say my mouth got to smell
I'm still bout them slow motions
Money movin' like a snail
Talking bout drop her to work
Bitch my car ain't working
Talking bout she want the bag
Bitch my card ain't working
I just drop 5 hunnid on weed
Niggas think that I'm tripping
I put pressure every time
Nigga working overnight
I will need me extra hours
I can't do no 9 to 5
Ain't no safety on my Glock
You squeeze that shit, there go to pop
We the niggas round this bitch
We talk too loud there go the cops
Checking on us
They know we the disease
They be checking on us
Smoking good gas
Living with some fucked up lungs
Stupid motherfucker
Eating weed with honey bun
Bitch ass
I be hanging with some soldiers
Demons in the whip windows tinted
You can't see us
You could ask the whole city
When we slide we tear shit up
Big glock 30 with a dick
Man that shit Could just rest you up
If you a lover, you a loser
Got it tatted on my shit
Like we workin' for the force
We got them military blick
After I fuck, she catching jitney
I ain't dropping off the bitch
I swear Dior don't do no talking
He be steppin up on shit
I don't even know the bitch
But she call me daddy still
Watch how I ball on you niggas
I swear Dior he got skills
Even if I quit this shit
Dior getting money still
Nigga working overnight
Man I need my money still
Demons in the whip windows tinted
You can't see us
You could ask the whole city
When we slide we tear shit up
Big glock 30 with a dick
Man that shit Could just rest you up
If you a lover, you a loser
Got it tatted on my shit
Like we workin' for the force
We got them military blick
After I fuck, she catching jitney
I ain't dropping off the bitch
I swear Dior don't do no talking
He be steppin up on shit
I don't even know the bitch
But she call me daddy still
Watch how I ball on you niggas
I swear Dior he got skills
Even if I quit this shit
Dior getting money still
Nigga working overnight
Man I need my money still
I can't beef with them cays niggas
I got bitches there
They say real niggas don't live long
How come I'm still here
I can't beef with no niggas
I be slidin' blocks to blocks
I swear Kingston niggas got the best weed
Why do I got to lie
Man my blick be my passport
I be traveling with that shit
Told the hoe do as she please
Cause I ain't goin' about a bitch
I got some soldiers in the team
And they ain't folding about a bitch
I be talking a lot of shit
They say my mouth got to smell
I'm still bout them slow motions
Money movin' like a snail
Talking bout drop her to work
Bitch my car ain't working
Talking bout she want the bag
Bitch my card ain't working
I just drop 5 hunnid on weed
Niggas think that I'm tripping
I put pressure every time
Nigga working overnight
I will need me extra hours
I can't do no 9 to 5
Ain't no safety on my Glock
You squeeze that shit, there go to pop
We the niggas round this bitch
We talk too loud there go the cops
Checking on us
They know we the disease
They be checking on us
Smoking good gas
Living with some fucked up lungs
Stupid motherfucker
Eating weed with honey bun
Bitch ass
I be hanging with some soldiers
Demons in the whip windows tinted
You can't see us
You could ask the whole city
When we slide we tear shit up
Big glock 30 with a dick
Man that shit Could just rest you up
If you a lover, you a loser
Got it tatted on my shit
Like we workin' for the force
We got them military blick
After I fuck, she catching jitney
I ain't dropping off the bitch
I swear Dior don't do no talking
He be steppin up on shit
I don't even know the bitch
But she call me daddy still
Watch how I ball on you niggas
I swear Dior he got skills
Even if I quit this shit
Dior getting money still
Nigga working overnight
Man I need my money still
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Writer(s): Waldy Dolce
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