Rich Gang, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, D-Roc - Military lyrics

Rich Gang

I'm a boss, been gettin' it, my niggas
Big drippin' and this sauce and these
Diamonds on my wrist, authentic
Nigga, fuck the opps, if it's a problem
We tote them blicks with extensions
'Bout business, we handle it
My young niggas, they step on shit

Roll with big poles like the military (Mm hm)
Roll with big poles like the military (yeah)
Roll with big poles like the military
(Mm hmm) like the military

Look, come from the hood, since a child
Tryna get it
Standin' on top and we be 'bout our business
We run and we duck and
Them niggas start hittin'
Take cover, start bustin' right back
Know I'm sinnin'
Move militant or the outcome be good riddance
Bottom the Glock is extension, I'm with it
I'm in this bitch with my nigga Hot Beezy
Took over Rich Gang
Take a look at my pendant did time
And fished for 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 bought it in Texas
Havin' 'em sticks like I come from the army
They in the Tesla, the Bentley
The Rover and Chevy
Know that I'm up in this bitch with my burner
Know that I'm up in this bitch
I'm with Stunna
Know that I'm up in this bitch
I'm with your ho
And she flew in from Arizona
She heard it, she heard it
I'm in the Scat with them blickies up in it
My society only got killers up in it
Big Benjis baby Russia
Them youngins ain't failin' no mission

I'm a boss (I'm a boss, mm hmm)
Been gettin' it, my niggas, big drippin'
And this sauce and these
Diamonds on my wrist, authentic
Nigga, fuck the opps, if it's a problem
(Big business)
We tote them blicks with extensions
(With extensions)
'Bout business, we handle it (We handle it)
My young niggas, they step on shit
(They step on shit)

Roll with big poles like the military
(Mm hmm)
Roll with big poles like the military (yeah)
Roll with big poles like the military
(Mm hmm) like the military

Mama wrote his goals inside the obituary
Mm hmm broken home, 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
Fuck all the rules, I'm onto you, fool (Woo)
4MATIC Maybach, I call it a Minibach
Hustle, my daughter gon' need
Her some Similac
What I feel? I don't care how it turn out
I'm not worried 'bout a thing
We got plenty gats
Some more achieving, makin' songs
Inside of the house, i am a grown man
You a woman, you shouldn't play no games
She ain't wanna 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 done let me get the millions
I got the spot with no help
They wan' X me out
I got them slimes with them sticks
And they flood it out shoot the award show
Shoot at your mama house
I'm a boss like Montana
The fuck they thought?

I'm a boss, been gettin' it, my niggas
Big drippin' and this sauce and these
Diamonds on my wrist, authentic
Nigga, fuck the opps, if it's a problem
(Big business)
We tote them blicks with extensions
'Bout business, we handle it
My young niggas, they step on shit

Roll with big poles like the military
(Mm hmm)
Roll with big poles like the military (yeah)
Roll with big poles like the military
(Mm hmm) like the military