Da YMG Militia Lyrics

Hell yeah, the militia nigga

Winner's team, youngin mobb all that shit

Them young boyz ain't no joke

Don't give a damn who you is

They ready for to smoke'm (Ya know)

Play with YMG that's how innocent peeps die

First hit that I sent, I wasn't nervous nor crying (What)

My young boyz will strip you out your jay's

Go inside your pockets if you run off with the payment (Bitch)

Behind me, the militia raised hell (For show)

Even they'll murk fa me why the fuck you calling twelve

I got the feds working for me in the city (Bitch)

Can find out where you be it's none to pop up let off fifty

And I got so much power so I don't run with cowards

Repping hot boys put a bitch, on the block (Ya know?)

Lil mama thick as shit I got her sucking cock

I said it so much (For sure), no one can really stop'm

I always do my thing and I won't explain shit!

They tried to take me out man my fam, was dropping hints (Damn!)

My own family (My own peeps you know how it be man)

But I gotta be

A lot of suckas jus gotta see

The magician never played about me (For sure for sure)

Them young boyz ain't no joke

Don't give a damn who you is they ready for to smoke'm (You know?)

Play with YMG that's how innocent peeps die

First hit that I sent I wasn't nervous nor crying (What!)

My young boyz will strip you out yo jay's

Go inside your pockets if you run off with the payment (Bitch!)

Behind me, the militia raised hell

Even they'll murk for me why the fuck you calling twelve (Bitch ass)

I go by Juug Grant, I'm only fucking dancers

Met ha in the club (Mane) she made me spend a dub

She want a shopping spree, she think she got a scrub

I jus tell ha what she wanna hear till it's enough (Baby let me fuck!)

She step inside this house best believe she gettin plucked

What can I say Ima villain at heart (Ya know?)

But them boys should stop playing with the rawest

This shit man I jus rolled up and sparked (Runtz)

Got me (Stunt runtz) ready to hit a bitch from the back

You know how I'm playing, and ass getting smacked

You already know, the bitch jus want a thug

That's why I made your dumb ass fall in love (Ho)

They say that shit is very wrong, but these ho's do that shit up on they own (Mane)

Think they finna run over a real nigga

Man fuck them ho's (Mane!)

Them young boyz ain't no joke

Don't give a damn who you is

They ready for to smoke'm

Play with YMG that's how innocent peeps die

First hit that I sent, I wasn't nervous nor crying (What)

My young boyz will strip you out your jay's

Go inside ya pockets if ya run off with the payment (Bitch)