Militant

[Chorus:] All my niggas gangbang Black flag on the right side Glock 40s got dicks Ski masks on the night time Light that bitch nigga up Might not be a next time That art of war shit we living it All my niggas be militant (all my niggas be militant) (X5) [Verse 1:] All my niggas be militant All black on like a motherfucking terrorist Got a couple shots for these boys like medicine Scream out free my niggas as a citizen Niggas wanna play kid games Too old for this shit Glock 9 and a black rolls royce in this bitch Park up start throwing crows in this bitch Get a nigga wet like a got a hose in this bitch 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 niggas be militant Don't these little niggas 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 niggas 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 ass industry, won't let a thug in From the start I told them I don't like these niggas Im different, now tell em I ain't like these niggas Caught in the street I indite these niggas Then I tell the little homies dont sight these niggas Tell them not to push me, ill do it Hands on the Ak, i shoot it All these niggas bitch man, i knew it Nigga if you G'd up then prove it [Chorus] [Verse 3:] All my hittas be militant If my niggas dealing rocks, they slinging shit Get it right back then we tripple it Get it out the gutter motherfucker we whipping it Chin check nigga we stitching em Black ski masks and timberlands If it ain't about the money we ain't listening So run it by the real if you forward keep your distances We ain't gon' play its that KOB team Want waiver man thats its a [?] she choose Go against the grain I would hate to be you Shooters gon' spray at the split of heat too Shoulda played that shit cool One time for the real niggas Two time for the real hitters Y'all niggas computer thugs Ain't really bout it yall be catfishing Come at us the wrong way Catch you and your man slipping Double cuffs from far away Got a nigga backflipping Creeping at his mom's place They can change their addresses We don't leave a carcass hurry call the paramedics And no i don't glorify murder I ain't never kill nobody But a nigga act tough My niggas gonna be shooting shit up Or they gon' have to shut down that party [Chorus]