Operation Intro
I called this Operation
'Cause I'm giving y'all the pieces
That I never give
You know?
In my mind Operation
Tell my opps retaliation
I was locked up for some statements
Late nights in my cell I'm pacing
On that Murda Murda & kill kill
Bitch I'm plotting on a body
I can't tell you who it is
When the police pulled me over
I got bumped with 10 racks
Told JB "here go yo half"
He blew that shit on commissary
Filled his car up wit' a dub
He couldn't even blick back
Put our dirt under the rug
And we save all our obituaries
Bitch I'm talking all that Murda Murda
And kill kill
And lil bro just told me chill
But it won't change the way I feel
Put some bullets where he live
Since he won't come up out the crib
I need my meds
Bitch where my pills
Only thing that make me happy
Pouring 4s and popping seals
Make me slur when I be rapping
Make a killing off drug dealing
Never got into the scamming
I can't tell you what I'm feeling
I'm too numb from all the damage
Put that lil bitch on the news
Then grab my woods
Who finna match me
Bitch this choppa on me heavyweight
This bitch be blasting
Spin a block and see the yellow tape
His car he crashed it
He can't talk, he at them Heaven gates
Due to his passion
Try to forget how that shit happen
See myself up in the casket
Flash on a chop,
Let's take a flick flick
Diamonds on my wrist
Big ass glock
And it's gone blick blick
Give cancer to the sick
And my goal is to get rich rich
And ice out the Patek
Go catch a body for yo' brotha
You tryna kill some fa that bitch
Police bumped me call the code
Hit the slot, they found the stick
Bitch it's over, let him go
Cracked his skull, that nigga dead
Bag of money with my flow
And for this I'm going Fed
And the keyboards
Kill the youth, because they dying for what they said
Told me 15 at 85 and in my mind
I think I'm wasted
Toe to toe and eye to eye with all
The demons that I'm facing
Surgery on my Heart
They cut me open
Then they take it
Everybody turned they back
I think about death when I be dreaming
I be tweaking
In my mind Operation
Tell my opps retaliation
I was locked up for some statements
Late nights in my cell I'm pacing
On that Murda Murda
And kill kill
Bitch I'm plotting on a body
I can't tell you who it is
When the police pulled me over
I got bumped with 10 racks
Told JB "here go yo half"
He blew that shit on commissary
Filled his car up wit' a dub
He couldn't even blick back
Put our dirt under the rug
And we save all our obituaries
'Cause I'm giving y'all the pieces
That I never give
You know?
In my mind Operation
Tell my opps retaliation
I was locked up for some statements
Late nights in my cell I'm pacing
On that Murda Murda & kill kill
Bitch I'm plotting on a body
I can't tell you who it is
When the police pulled me over
I got bumped with 10 racks
Told JB "here go yo half"
He blew that shit on commissary
Filled his car up wit' a dub
He couldn't even blick back
Put our dirt under the rug
And we save all our obituaries
Bitch I'm talking all that Murda Murda
And kill kill
And lil bro just told me chill
But it won't change the way I feel
Put some bullets where he live
Since he won't come up out the crib
I need my meds
Bitch where my pills
Only thing that make me happy
Pouring 4s and popping seals
Make me slur when I be rapping
Make a killing off drug dealing
Never got into the scamming
I can't tell you what I'm feeling
I'm too numb from all the damage
Put that lil bitch on the news
Then grab my woods
Who finna match me
Bitch this choppa on me heavyweight
This bitch be blasting
Spin a block and see the yellow tape
His car he crashed it
He can't talk, he at them Heaven gates
Due to his passion
Try to forget how that shit happen
See myself up in the casket
Flash on a chop,
Let's take a flick flick
Diamonds on my wrist
Big ass glock
And it's gone blick blick
Give cancer to the sick
And my goal is to get rich rich
And ice out the Patek
Go catch a body for yo' brotha
You tryna kill some fa that bitch
Police bumped me call the code
Hit the slot, they found the stick
Bitch it's over, let him go
Cracked his skull, that nigga dead
Bag of money with my flow
And for this I'm going Fed
And the keyboards
Kill the youth, because they dying for what they said
Told me 15 at 85 and in my mind
I think I'm wasted
Toe to toe and eye to eye with all
The demons that I'm facing
Surgery on my Heart
They cut me open
Then they take it
Everybody turned they back
I think about death when I be dreaming
I be tweaking
In my mind Operation
Tell my opps retaliation
I was locked up for some statements
Late nights in my cell I'm pacing
On that Murda Murda
And kill kill
Bitch I'm plotting on a body
I can't tell you who it is
When the police pulled me over
I got bumped with 10 racks
Told JB "here go yo half"
He blew that shit on commissary
Filled his car up wit' a dub
He couldn't even blick back
Put our dirt under the rug
And we save all our obituaries
Credits
Writer(s): Damonta Barber
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