Chris Giovine - ARMY (feat. Footie301) Lyrics

ROUND 1
FIGHT
(Yea)
(I gotta get used to this beat this shit crazy)
('Footie like Pajamas uh')
Aye
Baby don't get to comfortable
You know you leaving, aye
Why you staying thru' the evening
Baby you know you the reason
Feel like runnin' a thousand demons
I just stay flexin thru' the weekend
All these pills I'm geekin
All this pussy I'm eating
Yo girlfriend, she wan' come and geek, yea
She wan' come 'n spend the weekend
Sorry, she the next meal that I'm eating (I'm eating)
But they wan' come 'n test me
Tell em bring a f*ckin' Army
I be keepin with my goons
Baby this is not Atari
ROUND 2
FIGHT
Yeaaa
Freaky deaky hittin me with the eye-roll (My god)
All the bitches all these women got me going phsyco (Might go)
Take this laundered money count it up and then go lie low (I don't know)
In the meantime I'll stay busy being one your idols
Yeaa
I just popped a X 'n now I'm tweakin'
If I die I'd rather die livin'
If ain't no fun there ain't no point in breathin'
'Cuz if I die I'd rather die livin'
Yea yea yeahuhhh
(Yea yea yeahuhhh)
(They barely make minimum change, minimum change)
They barely make minimum change
Bussin these pills like I'm runnin' a range
Imma go, Imma go change up the game
Boy stay in yo muf*ckin' lane
Smokin on za it's propane
I get as high as a jet as a plane
Off of this music shit we copped a Range
Me 'n Chris boutta go and change the Game
Yea
That bitch got the knowlege
That bitch go to college
I wanted her brain
If that bitch really good at it, Imma give that lil bitch a degree
FATALITY
FLAWLESS VICTORY