"Militia" lyrics
Fully automatic I'm itching to inflict damage
Scared to come outside bitch I'm at your crib with it camping
Yawning while your bitch give me head cuz that bitch don't pleasure me
M16s and choppers skin flesh and shred your anatomy
Killing shit my expertise
You hate your life I'll set you free
All but 6 militia stampeding blocks like a cavalry
Pockets full of rye
Might spend it all on some weaponry
Then Spam that fucking trigger so hard it leave my brain rattling Ok
Said Today's a good day to play volleyball with your brain
Shawty sucking dick like she tryna make me deflate
Like my dick was mad it might spit on your bitches face
Murk your dawg then celebrate It like hip hip hooray
Uh uh
Wait a minute
That boy really a bitch put the gun down and go do some dishes
Tearing up some terrain in a v8 coupe till the wheels diminish
Heard he talking that talk pull up he silent I just hear crickets
Pull up with grenades and ARPs I'm feeling militant
In bed with your bitch and it sounding like she got disciplined
Can't even count up all my bread my fingers keep blistering
Bitch I feel like Jax with that steel when that pistol finish him
Everyday the same
Bitch there really ain't too much to say to ya
If I leave the crib
Without my Glock You still get your brain skewered
I can barely see
With all my jewelry on cuz it bling too much
Riding with that tool
And if I spot you I hope your legs tuned up
Heavy Metal swipe and the tires screech when it sway
Who said talk is cheap bitch I'm paid off of what I say
Rip that boy to pieces this AK eviscerate
Bitch I'll paint a fucking scene that'll make your whole family feint
Pussy talking on the internet dissing I turn your crib to the columbine
My head screwed up I'm thinking bout nothing but murder and dollar signs
Punch that boy so hard he had to stop and recalibrate
Let some rounds off bitch I urge you pussies retaliate
Uh uh
Wait a minute
That boy really a bitch put the gun down and go do some dishes
Tearing up some terrain in a v8 coupe till the wheels diminish
Heard he talking that talk pull up he silent I just hear crickets
Pull up with grenades and ARPs I'm feeling militant
In bed with your bitch and it sounding like she got disciplined
Can't even count up all my bread my fingers keep blistering
Bitch I feel like Jax with that steel when that pistol finish him
Scared to come outside bitch I'm at your crib with it camping
Yawning while your bitch give me head cuz that bitch don't pleasure me
M16s and choppers skin flesh and shred your anatomy
Killing shit my expertise
You hate your life I'll set you free
All but 6 militia stampeding blocks like a cavalry
Pockets full of rye
Might spend it all on some weaponry
Then Spam that fucking trigger so hard it leave my brain rattling Ok
Said Today's a good day to play volleyball with your brain
Shawty sucking dick like she tryna make me deflate
Like my dick was mad it might spit on your bitches face
Murk your dawg then celebrate It like hip hip hooray
Uh uh
Wait a minute
That boy really a bitch put the gun down and go do some dishes
Tearing up some terrain in a v8 coupe till the wheels diminish
Heard he talking that talk pull up he silent I just hear crickets
Pull up with grenades and ARPs I'm feeling militant
In bed with your bitch and it sounding like she got disciplined
Can't even count up all my bread my fingers keep blistering
Bitch I feel like Jax with that steel when that pistol finish him
Everyday the same
Bitch there really ain't too much to say to ya
If I leave the crib
Without my Glock You still get your brain skewered
I can barely see
With all my jewelry on cuz it bling too much
Riding with that tool
And if I spot you I hope your legs tuned up
Heavy Metal swipe and the tires screech when it sway
Who said talk is cheap bitch I'm paid off of what I say
Rip that boy to pieces this AK eviscerate
Bitch I'll paint a fucking scene that'll make your whole family feint
Pussy talking on the internet dissing I turn your crib to the columbine
My head screwed up I'm thinking bout nothing but murder and dollar signs
Punch that boy so hard he had to stop and recalibrate
Let some rounds off bitch I urge you pussies retaliate
Uh uh
Wait a minute
That boy really a bitch put the gun down and go do some dishes
Tearing up some terrain in a v8 coupe till the wheels diminish
Heard he talking that talk pull up he silent I just hear crickets
Pull up with grenades and ARPs I'm feeling militant
In bed with your bitch and it sounding like she got disciplined
Can't even count up all my bread my fingers keep blistering
Bitch I feel like Jax with that steel when that pistol finish him
