Lyrics: DeAndre Jason Mckee
Music: DeAndre Jason Mckee
Prod.skiicreated
[Intro]
(I-I-I wanna be Militia)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Bee-bee), yeah (Bee-bee)
Yeah-yeah, ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye-yeah
[Chorus]
Who the **** told you were turnt? (Turnt)
Who the **** tell it's your turn? (Brrt, brrt)
Nigga want smoke, we gon' burn him (Burn; Bitch)
Nigga get smoked like a urn (Hrrt)
I got rich on purpose (Woah), her pussy taste like purp' (Taste like-)
All of these bitches some sluts (Yeah), I hit the bitch where it hurt (Yes)
I hit the bitch in the truck (Yes), I make that lil' pussy squirt (Squirt; Skrrt)
My new crew came wit' some turf (Turf), put on my chains, I'ma surf (Surf)
Look at my face on his shirt (Shirt), fans all buying my merch (Yeah)
I told her lift up her skirt (Yeah), I'm tryna see how it work
[Verse]
She tryna **** off a Addy, huh, I'm tryna focus I can't, huh
All I can think 'bout is stacking, huh, now they controlling my brain, huh
Had to stop bringin' these niggas around, I know these niggas be hatin'
I'm goin' all white fit, goin' all white shit, bitch I'm masked up just like Bane (Blatt)
Tell me who put all these niggas in white (Blatt)
**** y'all lil' squad (Blatt, blatt, blatt), get them niggas, get wiped
Bitches, they touchin' me, I'm gettin' away (Blatt)
I'm lyin', this lil' bitch is my type
Real rockstar, I'm a real deal raver
Stacked up, like Twin Towers [?]
Pass this ho, we playin' hot potato
I'm hittin' hoes, then bust on her potato
Yeah, rockin' Balenci' bandana, huh
Rockin' Balenci' bandana, yeah
Rockin' Balenci' bandana, yeah
Rockin' Balenci' bandana
I done hit all my hoes, uh, nigga I went undefeated, uh
Every day I'm called Mike Jack, I told the lil' ho beat it
[Chorus]
Who the **** told you were turnt? (Who the ****?)
Who the **** tell it's your turn? (Boo)
Nigga want smoke, we gon' burn him (Burn; Bitch)
Nigga get smoked like a urn (Smoke; Hrrt)
I got rich on purpose (Woah), her pussy taste like purp' (Yeah)
All of these bitches some sluts (Woah), I hit the bitch where it hurt (What? What?)
I hit the bitch in the truck (Yes), I make that lil' pussy squirt (Squirt; Skrrt)
My new crew came wit' some turf (Turf), put on my chains, I'ma surf (Surf)
Look at my face on his shirt (Shirt), fans all buying my merch (Yeah)
I told her lift up her skirt (Yeah), I'm tryna see how it work (Yes)
[Bridge]
I am so tired of you niggas (Yes), I just might pop on a nigga (Yes)
I got a problem wit' niggas (Yes), I'm tryna stop all these niggas (No)
Nigga not ****in' wit' me (Yes), niggas got swag from me (Yes)
I need a swag degree (No), nigga can't rap like me (Bitch)
[Chorus]
Who the **** told you were turnt? (Who the ****?)
Who the **** tell it's your turn? (Boo)
Nigga want smoke, we gon' burn him (Burn; Bitch)
Nigga get smoked like a urn (Smoke; Hrrt)
I got rich on purpose (Woah), her pussy taste like purp' (Yeah)
All of these bitches some sluts (Woah), I hit the bitch where it hurt (What? What?)
[Outro]
Yes, swerve (Skrrt)
Turf, surf (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
****
(Militia Mafia)