Ybn Nahmir - Militant lyrics

[Intro] Got a lil something for that ass baby [Verse] As soon as I walk into the function, get my dick licked I see them ni**as lookin', I let my Glock dance before I dance If my brother tell my shooter we shoot the club up, just me and him Shot this ni**a seven times he still alive, he should've been dead (Ayy, grrah, pow, pow, pow) That white Porsche, pull up to the trap with a big b*tch Get yo' sh*t snatched, don't take him to me ni**a go get yo chains back Bullets rain on they block, go tell 'em ni**as get a rain cap 30 hangin' out the .40, knock off a ni**a wave cap Hah, lil b*tch, I'm the one that got us poppin' with this rappin' sh*t You can catch me in thе field, with a deal, I'm still poppin' sh*t You can catch me in that North with a 100k up in my pockеts b*tch Ain't no squabbling lil' baby, I keep a rocket She know this Rollie bussin', but I'm feelin' like I want the AP With my Spanish b*tch, she used to be the plug, she call me papi Hit up Berry, said I bet they can't say sh*t about the Nadi's Hit that finish line first, I couldn't let no ni**a stop me ni**a talking bout Soul Train? I get his b*tch trained Ditch the .44 ni**a, now bouncin' out with AKs Took her to the crib, she pop that pill and now she activated I seen it in they eyes from the beginning they was fu*kin' haters You know I ain't trippin', I'm still gon' ball like a fu*kin' Laker The b*tch boys who want fades, I'm handin' out tapers He went back with that whole clip he ain't in that pavement Militant we come through shootin' like we in the Navy He a b*tch, he ain't gon' slide, he internet bangin' I'm not that lil' ni**a that got popped, we the real takers I'ma step by myself that's on the set I don't need no favors They know I ain't walkin' in that b*tch unless I got my banger You know I'm hittin' at any ni**a that's trying to play me Hold on, baby, let me come in you But it's still fu*k the other side, we get to blowin' they gon' tap in Can't show sixty-five bands? You a lil kid b*tch what I spend in a day, probably past your rent You still be trippin' doin' hits on my momma Benz It's cool, she know what it is on my momma kid ni**a yo momma'll probably tell if you did a skit b*tch we back to back, Foreigns in the street and we blow her down Gang-banging hella water down, I'm tired of [?] Catch a DP, if the homie all on Insta with his pistol out My HG empty the mag, I told her chill out ni**a might have to stop rappin' it's gettin' real now b*tch I swear I love that smell when we air it out b*tch I swear I hate the neck, cause we can squirt it out Diss on that low, and then we ampin' out yo daddy house From the papi side, from the cherry side, we with all that When yo' ni**a die, rub off the paint cause he'll do the same