Black.Ops

My right hand man got that glock
It's a mop, on the left, in my trues
Got a 22 shot and we pullin on your block
With the chops, and we cock that bitch hold 30 fuckin shots

Lil nigga you an opp
Keep on talkin to the cops
We take some dreads right off your top
Mama askin me to stop

But you know I cannot stop
Sippin fanta with the wock
Now I really need some top
Bad bitch right on my cock

I drop a xanny in my pop
I drop a perky in my pop
Now I'm feelin like a god
Talkin shit you might get stomped

Ya my chain it got the rocks
She said my new song fuckin rock
I just really want the top
Ain't no babies

All these bitches be some opps
All these bitches be some thots
All these bitches be some eaters me and Birdy in the bimmer

Know we totin on the heater
Dirty sprite right out the liter
Your bitch meet on the weekend
Took some acid now I'm peakin

Took them pills and now I'm geekin
Fuck with me we get to tweakin
My niggas steady scheming
Diamonds on me and they blingin

Dirty stick I have em singing
Yellow tip cuz they be stingin
Because they be wingin
Touch my bread I'll leave you leakin

I ain't scared of no nigga
And I got my pole nigga
I'm a fuckin felon nigga
I don't fuck with tellin niggas

Of course they don't believe in me
I gotta make em all see
Pablo he ain't with the beef
Keep that shit up in the streets

You come at me I'm blowin heat
I'm sick of niggas owein me
I'm sick of niggas lyin
I might resort to violence

Nigga why you like that?
Nigga why you try that?
You think that I won't fight back
You must know know me like that

Ya you must not know my crime past
But I steady count stacks
Balmains hang off my ass
Pullin up I got the good gas

What you need I got the good pack
Snitch ass niggas we don't like that
Snitch ass niggas catch the big gat
Aerate you like we cut grass

Lots of holes up in your whole back
Versace up on my bag
Louis V you know I like that
Gucci kicks ya I might buy that

Just to stomp you make your brain splat
Lil Pablo make a comeback
Shoutout Fendi in the whole trap aye
Gang gang gang

Ya I'm bound to catch a homi
And I fuck her in the face
All these bitches sweet talkin
So I kick her out the place

Ya I'm bound to catch a body
I might have to do the race
Savage niggas LNS
EBG ya we the gang

Ya I pull up with my pole
I run it up just like a race
And I rock a Fouis belt
Like my name is Juju bitch

Like KD ballin for a 8th
If you sneak diss you get stained
Chopper bullets rip you up
So I run up out the place

Xanax bars up in the drink
And I'm smokin on the stink
You ain't seen me in a blink
I'm the hottest in the rink

Ya she bad she finna wink
So I put it in the pink
Never put it the stink
Niggas out here hit a lick

So I'm turnt up off the scottie
Ya I feel like I'm Yo Gotti
See my belt ya its so gotti
Ferragamo and the Gucci

Fendi and the fuckin Louis
Prada rockin never Fouis
Chips Ahoy this beat is chewy
Spittin bars like I'm in juvy

And I'm finna rip the clip
Got yo bitch all on my dick
Shoot at me and you gon' miss
On your grave ya imma piss

Smokin gas I smoke my spliff
Fuck her once and then I flip
Send her home get left on read
Temporary on my bread

Flexin up reload the gat
And you know Im smokin pack
I don't ever roll of flats
Locked my cousin up for that

Always fiendin for the sack
When I rap I make it slap
Bitch she bad she throw it back
Look no hands but she can clap, aye