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militant - boofboiicy lyrics

[intro]
(100)
(yo, buku)

[verse 1]
yeah, i got this sh*t solo, i don’t need no help
yeah, i do this sh*t myself
yeah, i told you i don’t need no help (yeah)
we gon’ fire his ass up and we gon’ cook him like a chef (cook him like a chef)
yeah, we ball above the rim (yeah)
said he wanna be just like mike, but he getting dumb*dumb
if it ain’t about the pape’, then i won’t ever use my phone (won’t ever use my)
we gon’ slide up the street then send something through your home (sеnd something through your home)
that n*gga’s really burnt out, thеy gon’ knock his cap off (knock his cap off)
yeah, these sh*lls hot as h*ll, they made him jump like kris kross
yeah, this cup pink as h*ll, but i don’t sip no rosé (yeah)
yeah, your pockets getting skinny as h*ll just like rick ross (yeah)
put them racks on his top, then get him knocked off (get him knocked off)
said, these n*ggas not like that, these n*ggas really soft
if we catch that n*gga, then i’ll shoot him in the ass like young dolph (shoot him in the)
yeah, catch him, light him up, uh, this ain’t no cut (baow, baow)
yeah, catch him, light him up, white chalk, get him touched (get him touched)
yeah, nothing just like a freaky lil’ b*tch ready to bust (baow)
i ain’t talking ’bout fredo, got n*ggas coming out the cut
yeah, this really the new 2020 dior on my back (dior on my back)
if we pull up and we set up, we gon’ treat it like the trap (treat it like the trap)
[instrumental break]

[verse 2]
if you get high as me, then you might just od, you gon’ fall just like the ash off this blunt (ash off this blunt, yeah)
yeah, told them this ain’t soccer, i don’t kick it, i don’t punt (i don’t kick it, i don’t punt)
yeah, i know these n*ggas fake and i ain’t f*cking with none (they ain’t f*cking with me never)
yeah, treat him like a j and get his ass stepped on (ass stepped on)
i know he hear his spirit calling, so we gon’ send his ass home (send his ass home)
i’m on triple calls with bari and i don’t wear vlone (yeah)
and i’m eating calamari, catching plays on my phone (yeah, yeah)
yeah, i’m running with some n*ggas that like to step, this sh*t get militant (this sh*t get militant)
we gon’ knock him off the map and send him back just like an immigrant (just like an immigrant)
yeah, they better not play with me, i don’t know who these n*ggas think they dealing with (yeah)
them lil’ n*ggas, they just want some stain, they ain’t ready to step on sh*t (they ain’t ready to step on sh*t)
yeah, we gon’ draw down on his block and get to wrecking sh*t (and get to wrecking sh*t)
we gon’ let these sticks spark so them lil’ n*ggas know it’s us (they notice me)
yeah, just give ’em the thumbs up and they gon’ get ’em, i ain’t even gotta say sh*t (yeah)

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