O Wave - Militant lyrics

[Chorus:] All my n***as g**n Black flag on the right side Glock 40s got clips Ski masks on the night time Light that b**h n***a up Might not be a next time That art of war sh** we living it All my n***as be militant (all my n***as be militant) (X5) [Verse 1:] All my n***as be militant All black on like a motherf**ing terrorist Got a couple shots for these boys like medicine Scream out free my n***as at their sentencing n***as wanna play kid games Too old for this sh** Glock 9 and a black rolls royce in this b**h Park up start throwing crows in this b**h Get a n***a wet like a got a hose in this b**h Gun play and all that, I'm bout it You don't wanna die now, i doubt it Wanna roll with a king? How 'bout it Pull up in the benz coupe, hop out it All my n***as be militant Don't these little n***as look menacing? Pull up on the block get a word like a reverend Shots keep coming like a bunch of text messages [Chorus] [Verse 2:] All my n***as be militant No refs, [?] free life we living it Caught up in the game still here We been in it 40 cal underneath the suit like a gentleman One more time for the homies in the pen See you when you're free or when they put me in Up daydreaming, huggin on that mac 10 Lame a** industry, won't let a thug in From the start I told them I don't like these n***as Im different, now tell em I ain't like these n***as Caught in the street I indict these n***as Then I tell the little homies dont sight these n***as Tell them not to push me, i'll do it Hands on the Ak, i shoot it All these n***as b**h made, i knew it n***a if you G'd up then prove it [Chorus] [Verse 3:] All my hittas be militant If my n***as dealing rocks, they slinging sh** Get it right back then we triple it Get it out the gutter motherf**er we whipping it Chin check n***a we stitching em Black ski masks and some timberlands If it ain't about the money we ain't listening Sorrounded by the real if you phoney keep your distances We ain't gon' play this that KOB 2 Want wave or main its whoever she choose Go against the grain I would hate to be you Shooters gon' spray at his fitted he through Shoulda played that sh** cool One time for the real n***as Two time for the real hitters Y'all n***as computer thugs Ain't really bout it yall be catfishing Come at us the wrong way Catch you and your man slipping Double clips from far away Got a n***a backflipping Creeping at his mom's place They can change their addresses We don't leave a calm case herbie call the paramedics And no i don't glorify murder I ain't never k** nobody But a n***a act tough My n***as gonna be shooting sh** up Or they gon' have to shut down that party [Chorus]