(Hey, Gunz, hey)

Okay

Ayy

Young Money Militia

Straight for life, DDM

Hide the pistol, got the issue? I stop it with the shotta with you

Shotta pon your block and wash it with you

Got it with me case you thought I come for romping with you

Hide the semi, spliffy dump this slug, it's stompin' on you

Fire lava (Yeah), my revolver, sayonara

Bye tomorrow, I'll put you **** in a line of grabba

Nice and hotta, who got the ranks? They say I'm the Shabba

I'm a mobber, who the don? They say I'm the dada

Keep it squeaky, sim simma on the Bimmer, keep it sneaky, sneaky

I put the Nina with Chiquita, shit get freaky freaky

If it's smoke, you know she likes it sticky-icky

I'll let the blicky hicky make you do the Ricky, Ricky (Yeah, ayy)

If you wanna play, with your bitch, I let it lalalala-atta-boom shi-day

Pepper seed him with the pump, it make him turn the other way

I don't know other way, I just know the dutty way

I'm easily, legally deemed to be the psychotic kind

A stray to your brain is the only way for a shot at mind (Yeah)

Crafty the 'matics will make him lay if I'm not inclined

And you bait me, then they'll be fishing you out, bottom line

I'm kinda kind, chemical balance is not aligned

Whatever design of the boxer, I got to prop upon

It's all in the sport, you hit the floor, soccer time (Yes, woo)

I'm from where they pop a nine on your block is the copper mine (Yeah)

Lock or not, finna change when they compromised

Soon as they caught him with a couple nickels, he dropped his dime

Then got a flat 'fore he rode his way to the dotted line

Somehow, I find it ironic, they said it was not his time

Ballin', if not a rhyme, we was taught all we got is crime

It ain't no easy walk, we crawl and learn how to climb

Your heat is for greasy talk, the Nina just gotta shine

Proceed to dealing with death, you leaving without a sign

Hol' up

All of my **** is steady shooters

Only way they be pointing fingers is if they're Freddy Krueger

Trained to put the work out, personal, they was heavy movin'

First time I aired, I was telling my ****, "Let me do this"

I was a kid, I don't know what led me to this way of thinking

Only blood and some money will get me through this

Wish I finished school, could have been a student to fix computers

Bitches lifted rulers that tutored bitches to pit maneuvers

Have him hooked to a tank, lookin' like he's finna Scuba

Have the smoke blow through his face like he's hittin' a hookah

For thinkin' shit wasn't music, the shotty the producer

For thinking shit was a movie, your body was the blooper

Watch what you say to Lil Peter

I'll give you metal when you stand like I'm paying the meter

I'll put cabbage right on your patch, obey the procedure

They would have thought the bullets was bread, how they lay in your Caesar

Alright, test out (Militia)