Letra de Military - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Feat. D-Roc)

Rich Gang

I'm a boss, been gettin' it, my niggas, big drippin'

And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist, authentic

Nigga, fuck the opps, if it's a problem, we tote them blicks with extensions

'Bout business, we handle it

My young niggas, they step on shit

Roll with big poles like the military (Mm-hm)

Roll with big poles like the military (Yeah)

Roll with big poles like the military (Mm-hmm)

Like the military

Look, come from the hood, since a child, tryna get it

Standin' on top and we be 'bout our business

We run and we duck and them niggas start hittin'

Take cover, start bustin' right back, know I'm sinnin'

Move militant or the outcome be good riddance

Bottom the Glock is extension, I'm with it

I'm in this bitch with my nigga Hot Beezy

Took over Rich Gang, take a look at my pendant

Did time, and fished for poles like the military

Whenever the price droppin' low, gotta catch it

It's hectic, it's reckless, it's bad in my section

That's a new .223 with that drum on the bottom, I bought it in Texas

Havin' 'em sticks like I come from the army

They in the Tesla, the Bentley, the Rover and Chevy

Know that I'm up in this bitch with my burner

Know that I'm up in this bitch, I'm with Stunna

Know that I'm up in this bitch, I'm with your ho

And she flew in from Arizona

She heard it, she heard it, I'm in the Scat with them blickies up in it

My society only got killers up in it, big Benjis

Baby Russia, them youngins ain't failin' no mission

I'm a boss (I'm a boss, mm-hmm), been gettin' it, my niggas, big drippin'

And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist, authentic

Nigga, fuck the opps, if it's a problem (Big business), we tote them blicks with extensions (With extensions)

'Bout business, we handle it (We handle it)

My young niggas, they step on shit (They step on shit)

Roll with big poles like the military (Mm-hmm)

Roll with big poles like the military (Yeah)

Roll with big poles like the military (Mm-hmm)

Like the military

Mama wrote his goals inside the obituary, mm-hmm

Broken home, tryna get some money

Still totin' straps like the military

None of them don't like YoungBoy

So I guess that's why they despise me, ooh, yeah

Fuck all the rules, I'm onto you, fool (Woo)

4MATIC Maybach, I call it a Minibach

Hustle, my daughter gon' need her some Similac

What I feel? I don't care how it turn out

I'm not worried 'bout a thing, we got plenty gats

Some more achieving, makin' songs inside of the house, I am a grown man

You a woman, you shouldn't play no games

She ain't wanna sell the gun, it's for her old man

I want the money, they typin' on Twitter

I'm in this bitch with D-Roc and my lil' one

Elevator to which floor that I'm feelin'

Damn, they done let me get the millions

I got the spot with no help, they wan' X me out

I got them slimes with them sticks and they flood it out

Shoot the award show, shoot at your mama house

I'm a boss like Montana, the fuck they thought?

I'm a boss, been gettin' it, my niggas, big drippin'

And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist, authentic

Nigga, fuck the opps, if it's a problem (Big business), we tote them blicks with extensions

'Bout business, we handle it

My young niggas, they step on shit

Roll with big poles like the military (Mm-hmm)

Roll with big poles like the military (Yeah)

Roll with big poles like the military (Mm-hmm)

Like the military

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