Military Lyrics by Rich Gang (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Drok)
I’m a boss, been getting it
My n***** big dripping
And this sauce and these diamonds
On my wrist authentic
N**** fuck the Ops
If it’s problems, tote them blicks with extensions
‘Bout business we handle it
My young n***** they step on shit
Roll with big poles like the military
Roll with big poles like the military
Roll with big poles like the military
Like the military
Come from the hood since a child tryna get it
Standing on top when we beef ’bout our business
We ran and we ducking when them n***** start hittin
Take cover start busting right back know I’m sending
Move militant, know the outcome be good riddance
Bought a new Glock an extension I’m with it
Im in this bitch with my n**** hot Beezo
Took over Rich Gang take a look at my pendant
This time it’s fishing with poles like the military
When ever the price dropping low gotta catch it
These hits it’s reckless it’s bad in my section
That’s a new .223 with a drum in the bottom
I bought it in Texas
Having them sticks like I come from the Army
Damn the Tesla, the Bentley, the Rover and Chevy
Know that I’m up in this bitch with my burner
Know that I’m up in this bitch, I’m with Stunna
Know that I’m up in this bitch, I’m with your hoe
And she flew from Arizona
She ready she ready
I’m up in the sprinter with the bilckies up in it
My society only got killers up in it
Big Benz’ baby rushing them youngins
Ain’t planning on missing
I’m a boss, been getting it
My n***** big dripping
And this sauce and these diamonds
On my wrist authentic
N**** fuck the Ops
If it’s problems, tote them blicks with extensions
‘Bout business we handle it
My young n***** they step on shit
Roll with big poles like the military
Roll with big poles like the military
Roll with big poles like the military
Like the military
Momma wrote his goals inside the obituary (Mhm)
Broke youngin tryna get some money
Still toting straps like the military
None of them don’t like Young Boy
So I guess that’s why they despise me ooo
Fuck how you bruising only you fools whoo
4matic Maybach I call that a meeting room
Hustle my daughter gon’ need some assimilating
What I felt I don’t care how it turn out
I’m not worried about a thing we got plenty gigs
Smoking trees with my sons on the side of the house
How I’m a grown up
You want me you shouldn’t play no games
She want to save the goodies for her old man
I want the money, they typing on Twitter
I’m in this bitch with D-Rok and my little one
Elevated to which floor that I’m feeling
Damn, they done let me get the millions
I got the spot with no help they want X me out
I got them slimes with them sticks they flooded out
Shoot the awards show, shoot at your momma house
I’m a boss like Montana, the fuck they thought
I’m a boss, been getting it
My n***** big dripping
And this sauce and these diamonds
On my wrist authentic
N**** fuck the Ops
If it’s problems, tote them blicks with extensions
‘Bout business we handle it
My young n***** they step on shit
Roll with big poles like the military
Roll with big poles like the military
Roll with big poles like the military
Like the military