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Militant
Hip-Hop/Rap
Militant was released on June 18, 2024 by itznolimit as a part of the album Militant/Not12flex (EP)
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Release DateJune 18, 2024
Labelitznolimit
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dylan Nguyen
Dylan Nguyen
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zackary Lee Johnson
Zackary Lee Johnson
Songwriter
Jacob Andrew Haviland
Jacob Andrew Haviland
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacob Andrew Haviland
Jacob Andrew Haviland
Mastering Engineer
Prod. Slae
Prod. Slae
Producer

Lyrics

I went and put some Balenci all over my feet
With the Chrome Heart jeans, all in Miami I'm toting my heat
Ridin' the Chevy all over the city, can't park in the street
Know that I stay with my ****, bitch I rock out with the fleet
I'm in the field with my cleats, bitch I took off on police
All of these ****, they snitchin', tryna unravel the stitchin'
I keep a glock with extension, I could afford to do missin'
No I do not do the dissin', apply some pressure like piston'
Movin' on militant missions, stash the racks under my linens
Diamonds will leave your ass bitten, they thought the shit was a given
Bitch it's forever no limits, sendin' the blitz in the scrimmage
Dance in the night, bitch I'ma demon, bitch I'ma vamp
Pull up to your motherfuckin' camp, bitch you got stamped
Bitch, you got flamed lil' ****, hoppin on the train, lil' ****
Tryna get away, lil' ****
We know where you stay, lil' ****
Ridin' the city, I'm in your town, bitch I got rounds, bitch I got pounds, we'll gun you down, **** is clowns, all of these **** is fake
Choppa chew 'em up like steak
Bitch, I got food on my plate
I just be feedin' my brothers
I'ma scoot up on your mother
I'ma pull up in that, ayy
Getting that cash with the butter, hold up, fuck up that bitch
No, I cannot trust her, hold up
I'm bout to buss her, hold up
I'm bout to tussle
You don't want tussle
We movin' muscle, hold up
I went and put some Balenci all over my feet
With the Chrome Heart jeans, all in Miami I'm toting my heat
Ridin' the Chevy all over the city, can't park in the street
Know that I stay with my ****, bitch I rock out with the fleet
I'm in the field with my cleats, bitch I took off on police
All of these ****, they snitchin', tryna unravel the stitchin'
I keep a glock with extension, I could afford to do missin'
No I do not do the dissin', apply some pressure like piston', hold up
Ayy, get squashed like a bug, lil' ****
No, I don't trust these ****
I'm about to buss these ****
I've been on the block tryna bust these triggers
Poppin' on jiggas
Geekin' off X
Lean in my chest
Don't rock a vest
Aim at your head
You know the rest
Hold up, sippin' that tec
Bitch I got act
Smoke out the pack
No I can't lack
Up in the track
This a SRT
I went and put some Balenci all over my feet
With the Chrome Heart jeans, all in Miami I'm toting my heat
Ridin' the Chevy all over the city, can't park in the street
Know that I stay with my ****, bitch I rock out with the fleet
I'm in the field with my cleats, bitch I took off on police
All of these ****, they snitchin', tryna unravel the stitchin'
I keep a glock with extension, I could afford to do missin'
No I do not do the dissin', apply some pressure like piston'
Written by: Jacob Andrew Haviland, Zackary Lee Johnson
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