MILITIA BOYS lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Aye, whats up, say what's up, say, say what's up

[Chorus: Craig Xen]
Fantasy land, pull up with Yogi and them, they got that lean in the Fanta
f*ck with the team, how yo face on a pamphlet
b*tch we some mansters, damn, I mean monsters
Press us with caution
b*tch if you cross us, end up in the coffin with the crosses on top it
Fantasy land, pull up with Yogi and them, they got that lean in the Fanta
f*ck with the team, how yo face on a pamphlet
b*tch we some mansters, damn, I mean monsters
Press us with caution
b*tch if you cross us, end up in the coffin with the crosses on top it

[Verse 1: Yung Yogi]
f*ck with the team, zooted, I'm poppin' them bеans
Pull up and pull out our beams
Point it and aim at yo neck
Bet you won't f*ck with thе set
f*ckboy, I live 'bout the checks
f*ckboy, I'm not like the rest
Heard your new tape, you a lame
Please step the f*ck out my lane
Pulled up like ISIS, insane
Fantasy Boys, we done take out the game
With Xen on the track, he gon' take out the trash
Pull up and f*ck on yo b*tch and I smash
Countin' this cash, OG my ass
Flashin' some prisms and smokin' that hash
Used to kick it, smokin' dope in that black
Now I'm tourin' foreign, 'cross the map
Now I'm tourin' foreign, 'cross the map
Now I'm guaped up, guapin' 'cross the map
[Chorus: Craig Xen]
Fantasy land, pull up with Yogi and them, they got that lean in the Fanta
f*ck with the team, have yo face on a pamphlet
b*tch we some mansters, damn, I mean monsters
Press us with caution
b*tch if you cross us, end up in the coffin with the crosses on top it
Fantasy land, pull up with Yogi and them, they got that lean in the Fanta
f*ck with the team, have yo face on a pamphlet
b*tch we some mansters, damn, I mean monsters
Press us with caution
b*tch if you cross us, end up in the coffin with the crosses on top it

[Verse 2: Shakewell]
Now back to the topic
Stop ridin' my di*k you lil' faggot, get off it
f*ckin' with Sixes, gon' put you in coffins
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Dead at the scene so we boxin' 'em up then we sendin' 'em out
Ain't no surprise, and when it arrive at his house I'll be suckin' and f*ckin' his spouse, that's what I'm about
Heard your new roster, it sound like a drought
Fish out the water, got heaters for drama
Let chops eat you up like a trout
All 'bout the clout, so f*ck what you say, dawg
Can't throw shade my way, dawg
No one gon' ride for you, all yo goons paid off
f*ck else to say though?
I'm reppin' the T's, let my goons grip for free 'cause I'm Jesus
Rip 'em to pieces, never gon' beat us
Might as well quit while ahead
This for the ones who ain't scared of the dead
This for the b*tches who givin' up head
Back to the basics, all black in the basement
I'm plottin' and schemin' to my bread
Attack of the Titans, I'm shootin' down like [?]
Bet he gon' call up the Feds
Fantasy Boys on my leg, what it read (All I see is red)