Military Rich Gang (Ft. D-Roc & YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

[Intro]
Rich Gang

[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-hmm)
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 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