Video One Militia de Juice Wrld 2024 Rap Lyrics

Juice Wrld - One Militia Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Jamie Foxx]
Pi'erre, I be so subconscious 'bout my shit (Uh)
I be startin' over so many times (Ayy, huh, uh)
I damn near—, I be one takin' shit, all type of shit (Bitch, ayy, ooh)
Ask bro next to you, he seen it all (Ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch, ooh)
Uh-huh, yeah, uh, uh-huh, ayy
Huh, uh, uh, uh, comin' outside (Ayy, comin' out)
Comin' out, they comin' outside (Baow, baow, baow, baow, comin' out)
Aye, Pi'erre (Yeah), they comin' outside (Yeah, comin' out)
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Uh, fuck they ass up (Grrah)

[Chorus]
Why you talkin' shit if you ain't outside? (Grrah, grahh, bitch)
.40 on my hip, shoot ya' twice, mouth wide (Grrah, grahh, bitch)
Lookin' at your bros, like, didn't they all die? (Bitch, yeah)
Didn't they all die? Didn't they all die? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Pull up to his funeral, and shot 'em while they cried (Skrtt, skrtt, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Had a funeral for my relationship, she should've never lied (Bitch you gotta go)
Fetty Wap when I tote that Glock, I load it, put it to his eye (Grahh, grahh, grahh, uh)
Make my 'Rari transform, Optimus Prime (Skrtt, skrtt, skrtt, skrtt, skrtt)
I get what I deserve, I put my soul in this shit (Woah, motherfuckin' soul)
Niggas really thinkin' I sold my soul in this bitch (Woah, motherfuckin' soul)
Uh, niggas really thinkin' I sold my soul for this wrist (Woah, motherfuckin' soul)
This Rollie came from hard work (Woah), these niggas still doin' yard work (Woah)
Uh, hoes everywhere, I don't know who to pick (Eeny, meeny, miny, moe)
Feel like Kendrick in that pussy, lose control in that bitch (Woah)
I talk, they listen, ball like a Piston (Uh-huh)
All of my niggas don't fuck with the system (Uh-huh)
But they got guns like they army enlisted (Uh-huh)
No Limit gang, we an army of niggas (Uh-huh)
NLMB, we a fuckin' militia (Uh-huh)
Kill your brothers and tie up your sister (Uh-huh)
Feel like I'm with the KKK today (Uh-huh)
I'm finna go out and catch me a nigga (Uh-huh, yeah)
Throw the body in the lake (Uh)
He not really a good swimmer (Bitch)
And I'm not really good at missin' (Grrah)
Headshot from a distance (Grrah)
[Chorus]
Uh, why you talkin' shit if you ain't outside? (Grrah, grahh, bitch)
.40 on my hip, shoot ya' twice, mouth wide (Grrah, grahh, bitch, yeah)
Lookin' at your bros, like, didn't they all die? (Bitch, yeah)
Didn't they all die? Didn't they all die? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Uh, why you talkin' shit if you ain't outside? (Grrah, grahh, bitch)
.40 on my hip, shoot ya' twice, mouth wide (Grrah, grahh, bitch, yeah)
Lookin' at your bros, like, didn't they all die? (Bitch, yeah)
Didn't they all die? Didn't they all die? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)