Black Opps

Ole pussy want beef, then we bringing him action
And if he talkin' like a killer, then we let his ass have it
I ride around with this pistol, thinkin' who want beef
Cause if a bitch want beef, we'll put his picture on a T
And I don't give a fuck about that dirty bitch, you can keep that hoe
I done fucked once, then I passed her to my bros
Whole gang beat it up, shorty full of nut
And just like Tupac, we gon' hit him up
Turn him to a pack, boy, you know we keep straps
AR5, and we all dressed in black
It's one false move, then you get shot
It's fuck 12, cause I'm down to kill a couple cops
I ain't fuckin' with no opps, bitch, give me the drop
I'm tryna find where you at, so I can knock back your top
Because I'm tryna get busy, drums lookin' like they titties
Real boys in the hood, you get shot like you Ricky

Hella guns, hella shooters, call us black ops
Better keep a gun or we knockin' back tops
Hella guns, hella shooters, call us black ops
It's one false move, then it's straight face shots
Whole lotta killer talk, but I ain't seein' killers
One gun, four dudes, boy, you not official
In my clique, every dude carry two pistols
We'll finger fuck the pistol, let em blow like a whistle