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letra de militia ties - ak bandamont & babytron

[intro]
(ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)

[verse 1: babytron]
marni head to toe, i’m fuzzy than a b-tch like mike wazowski
that sh-t turn me lion hearted, everyone who tried to doubt me
punches, they on fire like volcanoes, caught a flight to maui
put some doggy on his head, my shooter tryna find the bounty

[verse 2: ak bandamont]
i serve the bass heads, i got white around me
at granny house, i’m steppin’ on cocaine, this sh-t white and cloudy
‘bows short, but he be duckin’ on the opps, look like mike lowry
my white b-tch be knockin’ hoes out, she look like ronda rousеy

[verse 3: babytron & ak bandamont]
got a wild b-tch, hop on top, ride it like a kawasaki
got a b-tch from fiending, likе her pills, she always poppin’ molly
with babytron, the hoes pullin’ out phones, it look like paparazzi
the fed call, she said she finna come get a fix, she tryna cop the molly
if you don’t hit the pharm’ and grab a pint, i bet we squabble [?]
just know we got it all, if you ever need some dog, you better call me auntie
militia ties, i send a hit, they call me on a walkie-talkie
i visualized a hundred thousand all blues and now i got it on me
his rollie’s tickin’ like an itchy dog, can tell his watch is phony
my finger itchin’, if i see somethin’ that’s off, just know i’m callin’ brodie
doin’ random rights and lefts, was paranoid the law was on me
yeah, you right i like to flex, shoot the ball like kobe
fiend callin’ askin’ ’bout some dog, he sent the paw emoji
[verse 4: ak bandamont]
she say i got the road in my hand, i sent a palm emoji
bro caught an opp and made him jump, he sent the frog emoji
was sellin’ crack, runnin’ through traps, that’s how he got a trophy
this b-tch smoke a lot of crack, but she soft spoken

that mean i got two fns on me, off the east rollin’
i knew i couldn’t trust my fiend, he put a sting on me

[verse 5: babytron]
trx, this b-tch a bulldozer mixed with steam roller
if she run off with the bag, tie her up and c4 her
racist with the runtz, don’t want no white, b-tch, i’m a pink smoker
balaclava’ed up, pullin’ skits, they said they seen joker
if the b-tch loyal, she might get a cuban link choker
control a b-tch with just a couple cl!cks, i’m finna remote her
body full of psilocybin, i can’t even think sober
said she wanna grow up with me, i put my seeds on her

[verse 6: ak bandamont]
i hit girly from the back and roll up weed on her
we chillin’ laced, i’ma nut across her face, she got my seeds on her
the opp died, but his brother got whacked too, they can’t see closure
this b-tch loud, i’m slidin’ through the hood, the srt roarin’
these n-ggas talk like k!llers, they only thuggin’ through the keyboard
i’m finna cut this three-four, i got lean chores
every time a n-gga wack, i run up bands, what i’ma sleep for?
she sweet, i stuffed her with a hundred perkies, she a freak wh0re
[verse 7: babytron]
yeah, i’m rappin’ now, but with the scams, i was the free lord
anyone who every play with dsm done seen morgues
rollin’ up some tiramisu, smell like i was eatin’ s’mores
been blew him out the water, f-ck it on the keepin’ score
ak got the ak out the window if you hear that whistle
dog a bum, he walked up in the function, smell like beer and pickles
every time i boom, feel that my vision clear as crystals
you in your battleship, i hope you know you’re near the missiles

- ak bandamont babytron

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