ONE (Militia) lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Jamie Foxx]
Pi'erre, I be so subconscious 'bout my sh*t (Uh)
I be startin' over so many times (Ayy, huh, uh)
I damn near—, I be one takin' sh*t, all type of sh*t (b*tch, ayy, ooh)
Ask bro next to you, he seen it all (Ayy, b*tch, ayy, b*tch, ooh)
Uh-huh, yeah, uh, uh-huh, ayy
Huh, uh, uh, uh, comin' outside (Ayy, comin' out)
Comin' out, they comin' outside (Baow, baow, baow, baow, comin' out)
Aye, Pi'erre (Yeah), they comin' outside (Yeah, comin' out)
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Uh, f*ck they ass up (Grrah)

[Chorus]
Why you talkin' sh*t if you ain't outside? (Grrah, grahh, b*tch)
.40 on my hip, shoot ya' twice, mouth wide (Grrah, grahh, b*tch)
Lookin' at your bros, like, didn't they all die? (b*tch, yeah)
Didn't they all die? Didn't they all die? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Pull up to his funeral, and shot 'em while they cried (Skrtt, skrtt, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Had a funeral for my relationship, she should've never lied (b*tch you gotta go)
Fetty Wap when I tote that Glock, I load it, put it to his eye (Grahh, grahh, grahh, uh)
Make my 'Rari transform, Optimus Prime (Skrtt, skrtt, skrtt, skrtt, skrtt)
I get what I deserve, I put my soul in this sh*t (Woah, motherf*ckin' soul)
n*ggas really thinkin' I sold my soul in this b*tch (Woah, motherf*ckin' soul)
Uh, n*ggas really thinkin' I sold my soul for this wrist (Woah, motherf*ckin' soul)
This Rollie came from hard work (Woah), these n*ggas still doin' yard work (Woah)
Uh, hoes everywhere, I don't know who to pick (Eeny, meeny, miny, moe)
Feel like Kendrick in that pus*y, lose control in that b*tch (Woah)
I talk, they listen, ball like a Piston (Uh-huh)
All of my n*ggas don't f*ck with the system (Uh-huh)
But they got guns like they army enlisted (Uh-huh)
No Limit gang, we an army of n*ggas (Uh-huh)
NLMB, we a f*ckin' militia (Uh-huh)
Kill your brothers and tie up your sister (Uh-huh)
Feel like I'm with the KKK today (Uh-huh)
I'm finna go out and catch me a n*gga (Uh-huh, yeah)
Throw the body in the lake (Uh)
He not really a good swimmer (b*tch)
And I'm not really good at missin' (Grrah)
Headshot from a distance (Grrah)
[Chorus]
Uh, why you talkin' sh*t if you ain't outside? (Grrah, grahh, b*tch)
.40 on my hip, shoot ya' twice, mouth wide (Grrah, grahh, b*tch, yeah)
Lookin' at your bros, like, didn't they all die? (b*tch, yeah)
Didn't they all die? Didn't they all die? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Uh, why you talkin' sh*t if you ain't outside? (Grrah, grahh, b*tch)
.40 on my hip, shoot ya' twice, mouth wide (Grrah, grahh, b*tch, yeah)
Lookin' at your bros, like, didn't they all die? (b*tch, yeah)
Didn't they all die? Didn't they all die? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)