Militia (feat. Camo!)

Damn, BT

Damn, back then **** ain't give two fucks about me

I'm the big body sniper, put that on my life

I'm liking this bitch, I'm a wife her

I'm liking this whip that I'm driving, I'm driving it

Whipin' the i8 the streets imma start it in

Most of y'all fuck **** mad, y'all ain't got in it

Damn

Why the fuck do these **** keep on itching at me

I take them as a joke

I post a pic up on IG

And you **** be stalking me, put that shit all in your notes

Got bitches, that's all in my line

But I tell them that I got a woman, so they gotta go

But lately she pissing me off, I might fill up my roster

And go back to my lil side hoe

Checking them out

Most of y'all **** won't see what I'm 'bout

Have your lil shawty up, up in my house

After I'm finished, I'm laying her down

Wait 20 minutes, I'm in a new round

Made her tap out, ****, give me my crown

She getting quiet, I'm bored from the sound

Get your ass up, bitch, I'm kicking you out, damn

I can't be disclosing my feelings

Cause bitches be hearing that shit, don't you know

She'll listen then use it against you

When y'all get to fussing and shit, yeah, I already know

Skrt, up in this fast car

Skrt

What

Skrt

Huh

Skrt

Uh

Skrt

Yeah

Skrt

Damn

Skrt

Damn

Hidden in plain sight

My dog got a black demon in the night

Boy, these bitches got a type

I show her a couple bands, bet she bite

Reaching for this chain, won't do a thing

But get you put next to a kite

Ride for my brothers like commas

And say that my brain was wrong and right

Off the boot, I've been rolling like dice

Only fucked up my side bitch twice

She just text me, she locked it for life

I would still let her back me the knife

I would trade it for wockhardt twice

Tell them **** we raising the price

500,000, you wanna book creet

I told you that this shit is bigger than Christ

Look it up

Damn, BT

Damn, back then **** ain't give two fucks about me

I'm the big body sniper, put that on my life

I'm liking this bitch, I'm a wife her

I'm liking this whip that I'm driving, I'm driving it

Whipin' the i8 the streets imma start it in

Most of y'all fuck **** mad, y'all ain't got in it

Damn

Why the fuck do these **** keep on itching at me

I take them as a joke

I post a pic up on IG

And you **** be stalking me, put that shit all in your notes

Got bitches, that's all in my line

But I tell them that I got a woman, so they gotta go

But lately she pissing me off, I might fill up my roster

And go back to my lil side hoe

Damn, pick up your mans

Peep down your partner, he plotting again

Don't trust that woman, she outta your hand

My music go crazy, thank all of my fans

It's two in the morning, I'm ready for ham

Nine in the morning, hop right in the jam

This shit get so lonely, I just wanna quit

But I can't let no **** go ruin my plan

Bitch, I need you, but I don't really need you

Bitch, I see you, but your feelings is see-through

I can't let you go, my weapons is lethal

Shooters behind me, them **** illegal

Militia we stepping this shit undefeated

White bitch, she playing my song on repeat it

Damn, damn, damn, fuck