Malcolm X

[Intro: BandGang Javar]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
BandGang

[Verse 1: BandGang Javar]
I could start a bank with all the money I done loaned
You would think these niggas would be grateful, but they don't
Beg me for a bag and tell the hoes, "That nigga broke"
One day you'll get you one and out your feelings, I got hope
Put an AmEx in my ex name, this that blackmail
And this my tenth card this week, we got the banks failin'
You ain't never picked up forty thousand in the bank sweatin'
What you call fraud I'll call a goddamn blessing
I be barely wearin' jewelry, the hoеs already know who we
More chеddar than grandma recipe for mac and cheese
Opps say we fakin', feds say they built a case, who you believe?
I had a hundred thousand in my mama house at seventeen

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Lookin' like a roofer, ridin' with that ladder on me
Lob a bank to Rose, bitch, we ballin' like we Shaq and Kobe
Got more cheddar in my Ksubis than some macaroni
You can ask the workers 'bout your baby, up in Saks, they know me
Ain't buckled up inside the Scat, but know the strap stay on me
Say it's love, I watch my back, how niggas act, they phony
Actin' every time he rap, how niggas cap, they blow me
Like the ugly duck up in my Goose, you know a bag stay on me

[Verse 3: StanWill]
All that barkin' like he bite, you know we bully pits
Treat an opp like I'm his granny, get him fully switched
All these boogers in my buffs, I need to wipe my nose
Scammin' grannies, bustin' banks, I need to right my wrongs
AR got a telescope, I bet we snipe his dome
Fightin' for his life, he knuckle up, boy, I don't fight no more
Double-G's, X's, LVs, I'm the alphabet
Forty 9s on me, throwin' bullets like I'm Kaepernick
Unky tired of pourin' Tris, he want some Actavis
Rock an X like Malcolm, I ain't never been an activist

[Verse 4: BandGang Biggs]
My niggas deep on the freeway, bitch, the strikers is a 'Vette
We gon' beat on the DJ if they play them niggas' track
Every store I go in, I been punchin' back to back
Stop mentionin' my name, nigga, show me some respect
I stay on the same block, I ain't finna move off it
When I'm in Neiman Marcus, it's like I stepped inside my closet
I'm tryna hit the jeweler, turn my neck into a faucet
But I love the money more, I hold it tight like a daughter
Pop who? Pop what? Niggas ain't gon' pop nothin'
Every time I step foot off in the mall, I cop somethin'
I wake up, count the cake before I even eat a meal
Two chains around my neck and I ain't even got a deal
I paid thirty thousand for a whole thing, slab talk
Trappin' since a youngin, out with Bando, that's Lab talk
You would never see me goin' back and forth, my bag talk
Bullets rip the flesh off a nigga's skin like bath salt

[Verse 5: StanWill]
Niggas broke, boy, you can't talk to me until that cast off
Experimentin' with some chemicals, boy, that's some lab talk
Tryna snatch a chain and get your ass chalked
Take his future from him if I pull up on him mask off
Dog Shit Militia, I'm with BandGang
Pop his top and spill him like some champagne
Brodie in the cut, he like a Band-Aid
Hit a hundred grannies back to back, I'm on a scam page

[Outro: StanWill]
No cap
Dog Shit Militia