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

(Rich Gang)

I'm a boss (mhm), been gettin' it, my niggas, big drippin'
And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist authentic (yeah, yeah)
Man, it's fuck the opps if it's problems (big business)
Tote them blicks with extensions
'Bout business, we handle it
My young niggas, they step on shit

Roll with big poles like the military (mhm)
Roll with big poles like the military (yeah)
Roll with big poles like the military (mhm)
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 niggas 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 bitch with my nigga, I 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 bought it in Texas
Havin' 'em sticks like I come from the army
They in the Tesla, the Bentley, the Rover and shit
Know that I'm up in this bitch with my burner
Know that I'm up in this bitch, now with Stunna
Know that I'm up in this bitch with your 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' no mission

I'm a boss (mhm), been gettin' it, my niggas, big drippin'
And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist authentic (yeah, yeah)
Man, it's fuck the opps if it's problems (big business)
Tote them blicks with extensions
'Bout business, we handle it
My young niggas, they step on shit

Roll with big poles like the military (mhm)
Roll with big poles like the military (yeah)
Roll with big poles like the military (mhm)
Like the military

Mama wrote these goals inside the obituary, mhm
Bro came 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 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 man
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 bitch 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 them slimes with them sticks and they flooded out
Shoot the award show, shoot at your mama house
I'm a boss like Montana, the fuck they thought?

I'm a boss (mhm), been gettin' it, my niggas, big drippin'
And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist authentic (yeah, yeah)
Man, it's fuck the opps if it's problems (big business)
Tote them blicks with extensions
'Bout business, we handle it
My young niggas, they step on shit

Roll with big poles like the military (mhm)
Roll with big poles like the military (yeah)
Roll with big poles like the military (mhm)
Like the military

Written by:
Aiden Yetman, Daniel Lebrun, Dom Wise, Kentrell Gualden, Nathan Mansour, Rick Anthony, Scott Crawford

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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