MILITANT
I'm bouta go up on niggas
You gotta' see this shit
I'm in a muhfuckin' black truck
I'm moving militant
I bring the pints through TSA
I gotta' ill intent
Get a new bitch I swag her out
If I dump her that's still my bitch ha uh
I'm still doing these drugs lil' bitch
Cause I like the way that they feel
I still fuck on that bad ass bitch
Don't care if her ass ain't real
I keep the fye' tucked in the balenci' cagole bag
I keep it concealed
I just been running laps around these niggas
And I'm on my way to a mill woah
I just spent 25 on my bitch
And I spent a quarter on my fuckin ride
And it's beef nigga then we beef forever
Ion' give a fuck if you died
I'm in a bad bitch mouth
She spitting me out just like listerine
No I can't tell the time on this watch
But I still bought the Patek Phillipe
How I get here to the top
I guess that shit be a mystery
Came in the game I'm running my feet hot
And my head full of steam ha, ha
I'm flying past the states
I touch down in Paris at seven
I'm fuckin' this bitch by eight
I gotta' whole lotta' weapons
I'm bouta go pull out the safe
I gotta' whole lotta' cash
I'm bouta go pull out the safe
Yeah you can take my bitch
If you can afford her
No I can't fuck with these niggas no
Ha
Ha
I'm bouta go up on niggas
You gotta' see this shit
I'm in a muhfuckin' black truck
I'm moving militant
I bring the pints through TSA
I gotta' ill intent
Get a new bitch I swag her out
If I dump her that's still my bitch ha uh
You gotta' see this shit
I'm in a muhfuckin' black truck
I'm moving militant
I bring the pints through TSA
I gotta' ill intent
Get a new bitch I swag her out
If I dump her that's still my bitch ha uh
I'm still doing these drugs lil' bitch
Cause I like the way that they feel
I still fuck on that bad ass bitch
Don't care if her ass ain't real
I keep the fye' tucked in the balenci' cagole bag
I keep it concealed
I just been running laps around these niggas
And I'm on my way to a mill woah
I just spent 25 on my bitch
And I spent a quarter on my fuckin ride
And it's beef nigga then we beef forever
Ion' give a fuck if you died
I'm in a bad bitch mouth
She spitting me out just like listerine
No I can't tell the time on this watch
But I still bought the Patek Phillipe
How I get here to the top
I guess that shit be a mystery
Came in the game I'm running my feet hot
And my head full of steam ha, ha
I'm flying past the states
I touch down in Paris at seven
I'm fuckin' this bitch by eight
I gotta' whole lotta' weapons
I'm bouta go pull out the safe
I gotta' whole lotta' cash
I'm bouta go pull out the safe
Yeah you can take my bitch
If you can afford her
No I can't fuck with these niggas no
Ha
Ha
I'm bouta go up on niggas
You gotta' see this shit
I'm in a muhfuckin' black truck
I'm moving militant
I bring the pints through TSA
I gotta' ill intent
Get a new bitch I swag her out
If I dump her that's still my bitch ha uh
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Writer(s): Aaron Alexander
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