[Pre-Chorus: D-Roc] 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
[Chorus: D-Roc] 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-hm) Like the military
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] 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 busting 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 failing no mission
[Pre-Chorus: D-Roc] I'm a boss (I'm a boss, mm-hm), 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)
[Chorus: D-Roc & YoungBoy Never Broke Again, D-Roc] 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-hm) Like the military
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Mama wrote his goals inside the obituary, mm-hm Broke, came 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?
[Pre-Chorus: D-Roc] 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
[Chorus: D-Roc & YoungBoy Never Broke Again, D-Roc] 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-hm) Like the militaryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
