Lyrics NBA YOUNGBOY – Military (feat. D-ROK)
Rich Gang
I’m a boss, been gettin’ it, my niggas been drippin’
And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist authentic
Man, it’s fu*k the opps if it’s problems
Tote them blicks with extensions
‘Bout business, we handle it
My young niggas, they step on shit
Rover big pose like the military (Mm-hm)
Rover big pose like the military (Yeah)
Rover big pose like the military (Mm-hm)
Like the military
Look, come from the hood, since a child, tryna get it
Standin’ on top and we beef ’bout our business
We run and we duck and them niggas start hittin’
Fake cover, start busting’ right back, know I’m sinnin’
Move militant, know that I’ll come, be good riddance
Bottom the Glock is extension, I’m with it
I’m in this bitch with my nigga, a beast
Took over Rich Gang, take a look at my pendant
This time I’m facin’ poles like the military
Whenever the price droppin’ low, gotta catch it
It’s hectic, it’s reckless, it’s bad in my section
That’s a new .223 with that drum on the bottom, I buy that in [?]
Havin’ those sticks like I come from the army
They in the Tesla, the Bentley, the Rover and shit
Know that I’m up in this bitch with my burner
Know that I’m up in this bitch, now with Stunna
Know that I’m up in this bitch with your old ho
And she flew in from Arizona
She with it, she with it, I’m in the Scat with them blickies up in it
My society only got killers up in it, big Benjis
Baby, rush to them youngings, ain’t feelin’ the mission
I’m a boss, been gettin’ it, my niggas been drippin’
And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist authentic
Man, it’s fu*k the opps if it’s problems
Tote them blicks with extensions
‘Bout business, we handle it
My young niggas, they step on shit
Rover big pose like the military (Mm-hm)
Rover big pose like the military (Yeah)
Rover big pose like the military (Mm-hm)
Like the military
Momma wrote these goals inside the obituary, mm-hm
Broke and I’m tryna get some money
Still totin’ straps like the military
None of them don’t like YoungBoy
So I guess that’s why they despise me, ooh, yeah
Fu*k all the rules and only you fools, woo
Four matte Maybach, I call that a Minibach
Hustle, my daughter gon’ need her some Similac
What I feel? I don’t care, I turn up
I’m not worried ’bout a thing, we got plenty gats
Smokin’ chief and makin’ songs inside of the house, I am a grown me
You don’t want me, you shouldn’t play no games
She ain’t sell the gun, it’s for her old man
I want the money, they typin’ on Twitter
I’m in this bitch with D-Roc and my lil’ one
Elevator to which floor that I’m feelin’
Damn, they don’t let me get the millions
I got the spot with no help, they wan’ X me out
I got the slimes with the sticks and they flooded out
Shoot the award show, shoot at your momma house
I’m a boss like Montana, the fu*k they thought?
I’m a boss, been gettin’ it, my niggas been drippin’
And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist authentic
Man, it’s fu*k the opps if it’s problems
Tote them blicks with extensions
‘Bout business, we handle it
My young niggas, they step on shit
Rover big pose like the military (Mm-hm)
Rover big pose like the military (Yeah)
Rover big pose like the military (Mm-hm)
Like the military
