MILITIA BOYS Yung Yogi (Ft. Craig Xen & Shakewell)

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Aye, whats up, say what's up, say, say what's up

[Chorus: Craig Xen]
Fantasy land, pull up with Yogi and them, they got that lean in the Fanta
Fuck with the team, how yo face on a pamphlet
Bitch we some mansters, damn, I mean monsters
Press us with caution
Bitch if you cross us, end up in the coffin with the crosses on top it
Fantasy land, pull up with Yogi and them, they got that lean in the Fanta
Fuck with the team, how yo face on a pamphlet
Bitch we some mansters, damn, I mean monsters
Press us with caution
Bitch if you cross us, end up in the coffin with the crosses on top it

[Verse 1: Yung Yogi]
Fuck with the team, zooted, I'm poppin' them bеans
Pull up and pull out our beams
Point it and aim at yo neck
Bet you won't fuck with thе set
Fuckboy, I live 'bout the checks
Fuckboy, I'm not like the rest
Heard your new tape, you a lame
Please step the fuck out my lane
Pulled up like ISIS, insane
Fantasy Boys, we done take out the game
With Xen on the track, he gon' take out the trash
Pull up and fuck on yo bitch and I smash
Countin' this cash, OG my ass
Flashin' some prisms and smokin' that hash
Used to kick it, smokin' dope in that black
Now I'm tourin' foreign, 'cross the map
Now I'm tourin' foreign, 'cross the map
Now I'm guaped up, guapin' 'cross the map