Militant lyrics

[Intro: GrindHard E]
(lonzetheking)
Good lookin', Lonze
Aight

[Chorus: GrindHard E]
Ain't no tellin' what I do if we have a problem
[?], walk up on a car militant and then whack the driver
All you gon' hear is gunshots, then police sirens
Real killers in my city know me, you should ask about me
Did a lot of bullsh*t in my life, but I don't brag about it
I'm the type to put your n*gga in a 'Wood and then laugh about it (Hahaha)

[Verse 1: GrindHard E]
Bo-bo-bought thirty-one flavors from A1, I feel like Baskin-Robbins
Used thirty, forty names to get scripts, I prolly used your mama's
Real ghetto pharmacist, it might sound f*cked up, but you can ask my doctor
GrindHard, this sh*t embedded in my blood, you should see my mama
She told me to go legit one day and I ain't think about it
You say you got a pint of Wock' for what? Let me think about it
Bought it all, poured it all in one pop 'causе I ain't bring a bottle
I got a bad b*tch that natural everything, you got an IG modеl
I got RIP bullets in my Glock 26, you prolly think they hollows
Givin' out a whole bunch of shells if it's beef, I ain't talkin' tacos
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money or no drugs, you can end the convo
b*tch, I live in a trap mansion, this is not no condo
Can't no more buds fit in this blunt, I can show you how to use a fronto
Smokin' High Tolerance right now, this is not Gelato
Told my grams them some Norcs, not no Percs, but I still'll buy those
Just sent a couple people to her doctor, she left them on a bottle
She said the physician that she go too strict, but I'm still 'gon try, though
Oh, you thought I was done?
b*tch thought she had the ups on me, she thought I was dumb
If I ever up the Glock on your b*tch ass, then you better run
The n*ggas that I be around, they be with that, they do this sh*t for fun
Can't believe this n*gga uppin' tough 'cause he bought a gun
He must thought when he bought his, they stopped makin 'em
Seen too many of my people die to pills, I quit takin' 'em
Every bullet out the clip hit his body, ain't no savin' him
[Chorus: GrindHard E]
Ain't no tellin' what I do if we have a problem
[?], walk up on a car militant and then whack the driver
All you gon' hear is gunshots, then police sirens
Real killers in my city know me, you should ask about me
Did a lot of bullsh*t in my life, but I don't brag about it
I'm the type to put your n*gga in a 'Wood and then laugh about it (Hahaha)
I really do this sh*t in real life, I don't just rap about it

[Verse 2: Billionaire Black]
Ouu
I just did a n*gga Wells Fargo, might slime him out
Did some EDD and sent them to my b*tch grandma house
[?][1:45] the b*tches like, "Damn, he loud"
n*gga jump tough up in the club, we might blam him down
Your b*tch like a like a Backwood, brodie 'nem passed around
Boy, them ain't your Gucci shoes, you rockin' hand-me-downs
I done jumped Cartier, I bet them n*ggas hear me now
Walk down with that chop, your hands up, you sayin', "Hear me out"
You n*ggas pus*y, I can smell that sh*t
Brodie got them P's up in Cali, told him mail that sh*t
[?] fake paperwork, you know Bill Black never tellin' sh*t
Hop up out with this hammer and I ran up and I nail that sh*t
Calm down, you tryna black out
Let's go dollar for dollar, n*gga, you better bring them racks out
I won't take her to the clout mansion, f*cked her in her trap house
It's a camera on this V, I see everything when I back out
Grr, boom, ooh, sawed-off blow his back out
f*cked her off the Percs, I made that lil' b*tch tap out
I just dropped a eight of Wock', I'll prolly take a nap now
Bad lil' city b*tch, she pop out with a Gucci nightgown
Silencer on the scope, you in my sight now
b*tch, I feel like Dugg, don't wanna fight now
R.I.P. Shawty Lo, I told her bite down
You wanna fight, but, n*gga, you can't fight rounds
You wanna fight, but, n*gga, you can't fight rounds
Extortion gang, take your chain, [?]
Ouu