NBA Youngboy & D-Roc – Military Lyrics

Lyrics Military – NBA Youngboy & D-Roc

I’m a boss, been gettin’ it, my n**gas been drippin’
And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist authentic
Man, it’s f**k the opps if it’s problems
Tote them blicks with extensions
‘Bout business, we handle it
My young n**gas, they step on s**t

Rover big pose like the military
Rover big pose like the military
Rover big pose like the military
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 n**gas 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 b**ch with my n**ga, 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 s**t
Know that I’m up in this b**ch with my burner
Know that I’m up in this b**ch, now with Stunna
Know that I’m up in this b**ch 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 n**gas been drippin’
And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist authentic
Man, it’s f**k the opps if it’s problems
Tote them blicks with extensions
‘Bout business, we handle it
My young n**gas, they step on s**t

Rover big pose like the military
Rover big pose like the military
Rover big pose like the military
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
F**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 b**ch 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 f**k they thought

I’m a boss, been gettin’ it, my n**gas been drippin’
And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist authentic
Man, it’s f**k the opps if it’s problems
Tote them blicks with extensions
‘Bout business, we handle it
My young n**gas, they step on s**t

Rover big pose like the military
Rover big pose like the military
Rover big pose like the military
Like the military…

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