Juice WRLD - Militia (One) lyrics

Pi'erre, I be so subconscious 'bout my shit
(Uh) i be startin' over so many times
(Ayy, huh, uh)
I damn near, I be one takin' shit
All type of shit (Bitch, ayy, ooh)
Ask bro next to you, he seen it all
(Ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch, ooh)
Uh huh, yeah, uh, uh huh, ayy
Huh, uh, uh, uh, comin' outside
(Ayy, comin' out)
Comin' out, they comin' outside
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, comin' out)
Aye, Pi'erre
(yeah) , they comin' outside (yeah
Comin' out)
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Uh, fuck they ass up (Grrah)

Why you talkin' shit if you ain't outside?
(Grrah, grahh, bitch)
40 on my hip, shoot ya' twice, mouth wide
(Grrah, grahh, bitch)
Lookin' at your bros, like
Didn't they all die? (Bitch, yeah)
Didn't they all die? Didn't they all die?
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pull up to his funeral
And shot 'em while they cried
(Skrtt, skrtt, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Had a funeral for my relationship
She should have never lied
(Bitch you gotta go)
Fetty Wap when I tote that Glock, I load it
Put it to his eye (Grahh, grahh, grahh, uh)
Make my 'Rari transform, Optimus Prime
(Skrtt, skrtt, skrtt, skrtt, skrtt)
I get what I deserve
I put my soul in this shit
(Woah, motherfuckin' soul)
Niggas really thinkin' I sold my
Soul in this bitch
(Woah, motherfuckin' soul)
Uh, niggas really thinkin' I sold
My soul for this wrist
(Woah, motherfuckin' soul)
This Rollie came from hard work (Woah)
These niggas still doin' yard work (Woah)
Uh, hoes everywhere
I don't know who to pick
(Eeny, meeny, miny, moe)
Feel like Kendrick in that pussy
Lose control in that bitch (Woah)
I talk, they listen, ball like a Piston
(Uh, huh)
All of my niggas don't fuck with the system
(Uh, huh)
But they got guns like they army enlisted
(Uh, huh)
No Limit gang, we an army of niggas (Uh, huh)
NLMB, we a fuckin' militia (Uh, huh)
Kill your brothers and tie up your sister
(Uh, huh)
Feel like I'm with the KKK today (Uh, huh)
I'm finna go out and catch me a nigga
(Uh huh, yeah)
Throw the body in the lake (Uh)
He not really a good swimmer (Bitch)
And I'm not really good at missin' (Grrah)
Headshot from a distance (Grrah)

Uh, why you talkin' shit
If you ain't outside? (Grrah, grahh, bitch)
40 on my hip, shoot ya' twice, mouth wide
(Grrah, grahh, bitch, yeah)
Lookin' at your bros, like
Didn't they all die? (Bitch, yeah)
Didn't they all die? Didn't they all die?
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, why you talkin' shit
If you ain't outside? (Grrah, grahh, bitch)
40 on my hip, shoot ya' twice, mouth wide
(Grrah, grahh, bitch, yeah)
Lookin' at your bros, like
Didn't they all die? (Bitch, yeah)
Didn't they all die? Didn't they all die?
(yeah, yeah, yeah)